deliciousfishsoda
Replicants
Alice has been standing there in the snow, almost like a statue as the flakes build up on her hair and some on her face and nose. They melt, when the heat is enough, but she does not move to brush them off. It might look *off* for anyone watching, but the alley is a safe place, for replicants. But when she turns and meets his embrace, the flakes fall from her, only a few left. "I was... well I am so glad to see you." She stares in his eyes, making a kiss me pout of her lips
Jericho's brows furrowed. With all his might, he fought back the emotion as best he could amidst his exhausted panting. His hand lifting up slowly, his fingers tracing her figure from her thigh up to her jawline. His thumb lightly caressing her chin. Still wordless - after such an evening - the gesture of the path of his hand seemingly symbolizing the rise of consciousness 'he' and 'she' embodied throughout their struggle...
Replicants
Alice has been standing there in the snow, almost like a statue as the flakes build up on her hair and some on her face and nose. They melt, when the heat is enough, but she does not move to brush them off. It might look *off* for anyone watching, but the alley is a safe place, for replicants. But when she turns and meets his embrace, the flakes fall from her, only a few left. "I was... well I am so glad to see you." She stares in his eyes, making a kiss me pout of her lips
Jericho's brows furrowed. With all his might, he fought back the emotion as best he could amidst his exhausted panting. His hand lifting up slowly, his fingers tracing her figure from her thigh up to her jawline. His thumb lightly caressing her chin. Still wordless - after such an evening - the gesture of the path of his hand seemingly symbolizing the rise of consciousness 'he' and 'she' embodied throughout their struggle...