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The sun rises on a new dawn. Yet few of us realize the debt we owe to those responsible for this. To those who dwell among us. Anonymous, seemingly ordinary, whom destiny brought together to heal, to save us, from ourselves.
We made it through the night.
We survived the threat of the Others, and the threat that came from a computer system we knew nothing about. Pushing that button...I honestly don’t know what to think about it. We did what had to be done to give ourselves time, and we made it through the night.
I don’t know why it’s sticking with me this way...I just know I woke up this morning, and I felt it in my bones. That first breath at the end of sleep, cool and moist, opening my eyes and resisting the urge to rub the sandpapery feel from them for just a minute...I felt really good.
I could still feel him with me.
Somewhere in the middle of the madness, I kissed Lincoln and he kissed me, and...well, a lot of things just came to a head between us. There’s things we should talk about, things I should tell him...things I want to ask.
It bothers me that I remember the kiss less than his closeness. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he’s...well, a great kisser. Still, when I woke up this morning, feeling something close to safe? I thought of the kiss less than I did the moment when I hid my head against his shoulder...just for a second, finding a safe place to be while he helped me get free. I didn’t touch my mouth, remembering how his felt on mine...I hugged myself, remembering the embrace in the kitchen of the Hatch. I remembered how my arms felt around him...how his body felt so close to mine.
There’s something else there...has been since we met that first day. All I know is that he’s the biggest reason we all made it through the night, the reason we all survived. He knew what to say, did what he had to do, and was there when he was needed.
And now that we know...about each other...I just hope I can be for him the kind of person he’s been for all of us.
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 349
landof_reprisal-verse. Lincoln mentioned is id_mademypeace.The sun rises on a new dawn. Yet few of us realize the debt we owe to those responsible for this. To those who dwell among us. Anonymous, seemingly ordinary, whom destiny brought together to heal, to save us, from ourselves.
We made it through the night.
We survived the threat of the Others, and the threat that came from a computer system we knew nothing about. Pushing that button...I honestly don’t know what to think about it. We did what had to be done to give ourselves time, and we made it through the night.
I don’t know why it’s sticking with me this way...I just know I woke up this morning, and I felt it in my bones. That first breath at the end of sleep, cool and moist, opening my eyes and resisting the urge to rub the sandpapery feel from them for just a minute...I felt really good.
I could still feel him with me.
Somewhere in the middle of the madness, I kissed Lincoln and he kissed me, and...well, a lot of things just came to a head between us. There’s things we should talk about, things I should tell him...things I want to ask.
It bothers me that I remember the kiss less than his closeness. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he’s...well, a great kisser. Still, when I woke up this morning, feeling something close to safe? I thought of the kiss less than I did the moment when I hid my head against his shoulder...just for a second, finding a safe place to be while he helped me get free. I didn’t touch my mouth, remembering how his felt on mine...I hugged myself, remembering the embrace in the kitchen of the Hatch. I remembered how my arms felt around him...how his body felt so close to mine.
There’s something else there...has been since we met that first day. All I know is that he’s the biggest reason we all made it through the night, the reason we all survived. He knew what to say, did what he had to do, and was there when he was needed.
And now that we know...about each other...I just hope I can be for him the kind of person he’s been for all of us.
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 349
