{"id":3798,"date":"2018-12-05T00:00:33","date_gmt":"2018-12-05T05:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3798"},"modified":"2018-12-04T19:27:45","modified_gmt":"2018-12-05T00:27:45","slug":"seven-02-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3798","title":{"rendered":"Seven – 02"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMar?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She turned toward the sound of her husband\u2019s voice, blinking back tears she hadn\u2019t realized had pricked her eyes rimming her lashes.\u00a0 Thom paused, his brows knitting, as if he\u2019d noticed them sparkling there in the dim light before she was able to hide them.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter?\u201d he asked in a whisper, limping toward her, leaning heavily on his crutches.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re crying.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m all right,\u201d she said, shaking her head quickly and reaching up to scrub the tears from her eyes with the heel of one hand, the other cradling Lin against her chest.\u00a0 Thom reached to help her, his thumb brushing along her cheek.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAre you sure?\u00a0 What is it?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI was just thinking,\u201d she whispered, stepping a little closer.\u00a0 Thom leaned into her, wrapping one arm around her waist, trapping his crutch beneath one arm.\u00a0 Marin rested her forehead against his shoulder, sighing softly.\u00a0 If the pressure there hurt, he didn\u2019t say anything, instead pressing a kiss to the top of her head.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAbout what?\u201d he asked softly.\u00a0 \u201cTalk to me, sweetheart.\u00a0 Whatever you were thinking about was enough to bring tears to your eyes and I\u2019d be lying if I said that didn\u2019t make me worried.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A sigh escaped her lips and she wrapped her free arm around him, turning her head slightly so her forehead rested against his neck.\u00a0 She could smell the forge on him and he was warm despite the dampness in the air\u2014not entirely from fever, but likely from time spent close to her brother\u2019s kiln, probably in conversation with him.\u00a0 \u201cTomorrow,\u201d she said simply.\u00a0 The words that were to follow vanished, crumbling in the wake of emotions she felt but couldn\u2019t name.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cTomorrow,\u201d he echoed.\u00a0 \u201cWhat, you\u2019ll\u2014wait.\u201d\u00a0 He fell silent and she knew he was thinking, trying to puzzle out what she\u2019d meant.\u00a0 \u201cTomorrow,\u201d he said again, his voice quieter now.\u00a0 She caught a thread of pain in his voice, pain that went far beyond the physical.\u00a0 \u201cOh.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His arm tightened.\u00a0 Marin closed her eyes as Thom buried his nose in her hair.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI love you,\u201d he whispered.\u00a0 \u201cI always did.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI know.\u00a0 I know.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMar?\u201d \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She turned toward the sound of her husband\u2019s voice, blinking back tears she hadn\u2019t realized had pricked her eyes rimming her lashes.\u00a0 Thom paused, his brows knitting, as if … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[299,309,14],"tags":[150,171,170,152,149,148,168,147,165,158,200,146],"class_list":["post-3798","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-book-7","category-chapter-07-book-7","category-story","tag-awakenings","tag-fantasy","tag-fiction","tag-marin-astoris","tag-original-fiction","tag-post-apocalyptic","tag-serial","tag-serial-fiction","tag-story","tag-thom-ambrose","tag-thomas-merlin-ambrose","tag-web-fiction"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1EBlN-Zg","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3798","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3798"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3798\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3799,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3798\/revisions\/3799"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3798"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3798"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3798"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}