[ Staring into memories, held in both hands. She grips them hard, for that fire that burns her for holding so tightly. She misses her husband, she has been without him for so, so long. She misses sitting in her own happiness. Nursing a child that was all her own. When she used to dance, throwing the colours of Holi, feeling herself soaked to the bone in all that affection, that love, of home and kingdom and family. Misses it all - and she has not let it dwell in her mind for many years. Welled, mingling so well with a different person, dancing, that so easily takes the stage in her mind. Even if the movements aren't right to the dances she knows. The feeling is the same. ]
(They are as they are. )
[ The same way, perhaps, Lakshmi can take no consolation over it. Curling that feeling into herself and like pulling away from someone standing too close, she tries to detangle herself from those memories - Shepard's, her own, all of it. It is done. ]
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( They are as they are. )
[ The same way, perhaps, Lakshmi can take no consolation over it. Curling that feeling into herself and like pulling away from someone standing too close, she tries to detangle herself from those memories - Shepard's, her own, all of it. It is done. ]