[ There's movement across the sliver of light that shines through the crack at the bottom of the bedroom door and Mako knows that it's Raleigh waiting for her, counting down. My door'll never be closed to you, he'd once said, his hands curled so tightly into her hair that her whole scalp had ached and her spine had bowed. Raleigh had meant it in every way possible — figurative, literal, emotional, physical. Still, Mako reaches for the doorhandle all the same, never wanting to take that offer for granted, never thinking she has to work any less to deserve what's waiting for her beyond Raleigh's doorstep.
She doesn't say hello, doesn't take the moment to look at him lingeringly from the hallway. Mako simply steps inside over the threshold and into the warm air of their bedroom, the early morning chill fresh on her lips as she crowds him with her chill hands on his torso, mouth yawning open to greet him with a kiss.
Raleigh's hair is short, still cropped close to his head, the tips of it just dusting the tops of his ears. The longer Mako stays away, the longer it gets, but she's been keeping close recently. This time she might not even cut it for him. It'd be a different change of pace. ]
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She doesn't say hello, doesn't take the moment to look at him lingeringly from the hallway. Mako simply steps inside over the threshold and into the warm air of their bedroom, the early morning chill fresh on her lips as she crowds him with her chill hands on his torso, mouth yawning open to greet him with a kiss.
Raleigh's hair is short, still cropped close to his head, the tips of it just dusting the tops of his ears. The longer Mako stays away, the longer it gets, but she's been keeping close recently. This time she might not even cut it for him. It'd be a different change of pace. ]