He laughed. And to her surprise, a small spreading warmth ignited in her chest. It was the best sound she'd heard for hours. It said that everything was going to be all right. That they'd come through. Survived again. They were going to be okay.
They were alive.
Loved this. Just perfect. Speaks to the enormous amount of affection and trust between them. And, too, enjoyed Lois's adrenaline let-down and all the giddy thoughts that chased through her head now that she was sitting and relatively safe.
This, especially:
And who knew where that would lead?
Well, she knew where that would lead. A thousand battered novels had shown her that path in all its variations. Deserted cabins? Snowy landscapes? Roaring log fires? Oh yeah, she knew where they all led if you let them.
LOL! Wonderful!
You know, when I read this I forgot to be jealous. This is just so well done, so absorbing, and I felt really, really 'there.' Can't say that well enough, how completely you painted this atmosphere- be it cold, dark, dangerous, and now somewhat intimate and quiet, patterns of moonlight on the floor...how do you do that?!
Dashes, ellipses...I don't really notice them, I guess. To me it reads like they are breathless with cold, teeth chattering, hard to finish a sentence. Works just fine. But then again, that comes from the someone with a raging case of Ellipse Dependency, so take that with a hearty grain of salt.
I'm caught up, Lab! More?? Soon??
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