[So wishes had been granted… his hadn't, he hadn't expected it to be. He began to unwrap it, wondered what agenda there might be for taking requests and fulfilling—
Thoughts full stop.
The ribbons and empty box fall to the floor.
He stares at the gift in his hand.
His other hand gropes behind him, mercifully find a chair, and he shakily sits in it.
His eyes drink in the photograph. They get so full they begin to fill with tears.
He raises them to Io. The look in them is… indescribable.
She's seen him cry before—far more often than he'd prefer—but she's never seen that look before.
That blinding, unbelieving joy.
His voice shakes and breaks and sounds like… magic.]
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Date: 2011-01-09 11:25 pm (UTC)Thoughts full stop.
The ribbons and empty box fall to the floor.
He stares at the gift in his hand.
His other hand gropes behind him, mercifully find a chair, and he shakily sits in it.
His eyes drink in the photograph. They get so full they begin to fill with tears.
He raises them to Io. The look in them is… indescribable.
She's seen him cry before—far more often than he'd prefer—but she's never seen that look before.
That blinding, unbelieving joy.
His voice shakes and breaks and sounds like… magic.]
You asked for this?