patrick a. vance (patricked) wrote in valesco, |
"Oh my God," he muttered, repeating the words over and over as Lyssandra held him, and he gripped his arms around her. Patrick thought only for a second about other injuries he might have been bruising with his vice like hold, but he'd wait for her to push him away before he dared to let go. She was dirty, she smelled like hell, but she was here and alive, and after all the sleepless nights and terrible thoughts--"Oh my God--"
He only pulled away to look her over again, and because a little voice had broken into their reunion. Patrick gaped over Lyssandra's shoulder as he saw Emily standing at the entrance of the living room, looking rather put off that she'd been woken up.
"Em--Mummy's home," Patrick choked out, pulling Lyssandra to him again.
He only pulled away to look her over again, and because a little voice had broken into their reunion. Patrick gaped over Lyssandra's shoulder as he saw Emily standing at the entrance of the living room, looking rather put off that she'd been woken up.
"Em--Mummy's home," Patrick choked out, pulling Lyssandra to him again.
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