( he probably shouldn't have expected anything less. last time he'd died, the first time here, they hadn't had a chance to miss or worry about each other. they'd woken up about the same time, like it'd never even happened. well, except for the fact Elektra couldn't stop picturing him being torn to pieces by the parade. the fact that she's there, steady, and he's just waking... it means his is the only light that went out.
truthfully, he's glad — he knows Elektra won't see it that way.
she presses kisses and touches all over him, and even as his lantern flickers and his head spins a little, Matt leans into the touch. he knows just as well as she that there were was only a slim chance they'd get to do this again. it's an unbelievable reassurance to have her flood all his senses, that even if his lantern went out, he's not gone. neither is she. there's a heavy hang in his heart as the familiar touch of the rough, bark-covered palms of the tree spirit wrap around his hand in two tiny knots. he tries to manage a smile for the tree spirit, but there's something heavy and sad about it. )
I don't remember what happened, ( he confesses uselessly. he was fighting, and then... then nothing. he is forced to release Elektra's hand to let it explore over the bandage on her wrist. ) What happened? Did the World Eater do this? ( it smells wrong, like blood and marrow. it's not a simple sprain, and that's not the worst of the bandages, either. Matt might have died, but still finds himself more worried about Elektra. )
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truthfully, he's glad — he knows Elektra won't see it that way.
she presses kisses and touches all over him, and even as his lantern flickers and his head spins a little, Matt leans into the touch. he knows just as well as she that there were was only a slim chance they'd get to do this again. it's an unbelievable reassurance to have her flood all his senses, that even if his lantern went out, he's not gone. neither is she. there's a heavy hang in his heart as the familiar touch of the rough, bark-covered palms of the tree spirit wrap around his hand in two tiny knots. he tries to manage a smile for the tree spirit, but there's something heavy and sad about it. )
I don't remember what happened, ( he confesses uselessly. he was fighting, and then... then nothing. he is forced to release Elektra's hand to let it explore over the bandage on her wrist. ) What happened? Did the World Eater do this? ( it smells wrong, like blood and marrow. it's not a simple sprain, and that's not the worst of the bandages, either. Matt might have died, but still finds himself more worried about Elektra. )