There was no mistake, despite his eyes trailing over her waiting for some movement to betray this imposter. Her step, the color of her eyes, the twitch of her lips, this was all evidence of his Elizabeth. His stomach tightened and turned with discomfort. His head even felt light and his eyes unfocused. It would be likely of him to pass out about now but he fought to keep his stance. His fingers twitched beside him and the door closed on his back. The force was not excessive to push him forward but his feet fell into a few clumsy steps toward Elizabeth and his fingers twitched again before his arms moved up to hover his hands over her arms.
His brows were drawn together and he had a deep frown to his lips. This wasn’t the first time she haunted him but the only time he was certain she was there. The only way to break this spell was the contact of his hands to her arms. Once he had his fingers curled around her upper arms he expected to see her eyes dull, her face grow, and her expression angered––
he expected her to turn into a stranger in which his over exaggerated loneliness for Elizabeth had become so tangible it morphed yet another person into his angel. His Angel.
When his touch did not break the spell he leaned his head in and his arms then moved around the girl and he pulled her close. She would feel his heartbeat quicken and his breath quiver his lips with a shaken, “Elizabeth…” over her shoulder. Then it hit him as if he was falling freely from Columbia to the damned earth below. His head was light, his knees were weak, and his stomach now lurched up to his throat as he leaned heavily onto her.
He was drunk and this still might be a demon in disguise to haunt him still, but he was falling quick for her despite it all.
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His brows were drawn together and he had a deep frown to his lips. This wasn’t the first time she haunted him but the only time he was certain she was there. The only way to break this spell was the contact of his hands to her arms. Once he had his fingers curled around her upper arms he expected to see her eyes dull, her face grow, and her expression angered––
he expected her to turn into a stranger in which his over exaggerated loneliness for Elizabeth had become so tangible it morphed yet another person into his angel. His Angel.
When his touch did not break the spell he leaned his head in and his arms then moved around the girl and he pulled her close. She would feel his heartbeat quicken and his breath quiver his lips with a shaken, “Elizabeth…” over her shoulder. Then it hit him as if he was falling freely from Columbia to the damned earth below. His head was light, his knees were weak, and his stomach now lurched up to his throat as he leaned heavily onto her.
He was drunk and this still might be a demon in disguise to haunt him still, but he was falling quick for her despite it all.