They pause for a moment outside the doorway into the ruins, then Eight steps into the swirling black mists and the rest of them follow. Jessica can't resist a shudder; the darkness isn't cold, precisely, but even though she can hear the others -- footsteps; rustle of clothing; tense, nervous breathing -- she hasn't felt so alone since Alistair died.
The sound of Dhoulmagus' mocking laughter is almost enough to undo her.
Somehow, in the darkness, Angelo's gloved hand finds hers for just a moment; his thumb brushes across her knuckles, light as a kiss.
And they find themselves outside once more.
Written for 101 Kisses. Theme #46 - Loneliness










