Post by Maxwell Scamander on Oct 27, 2021 11:21:47 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]"Kat." Strong hands sought handfuls of dense chestnut between their fingertips, yet they clung delicately at the root just enough to hold her close. Aware of recent strength and terrified to release her lest they be parted again he lingered beside her, nose buried into parting of strands behind the ear. A unbreakable embrace upon the floor of their old home now burnt to ash in this world. A dream blessed upon him entirely by chance on a night where sleep had failed him until a call to an old home pulled him into nights of warm embraces and shy whispers beneath the covers. The ruins of their old home set to flame by another tyrant here in their new world, the true history of the woman he now held not entirely certain but something, somehow felt familiar. It was his Kat. It had to be. Why else would he have seen her? Why else would she be sat on the dead floor of their old home with a single text sent for help? It was somewhat poetic... in a way. To be crouched in the ruins of an old life. The Max of this world clearly had no regard for it while another - a complete stranger, ached for the hollow spaces and the old blankets burnt to dust. There was no way to convey the grief but... he couldn't help but tremble as he pulled her closer for comfort. It was his Kat... no one else's. He was sure. He had to be sure.