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[ The cloak almost falls off in the suddenness of it, not tightly knotted for having planned on giving it right over to him, and surely he needs it as frigid as his lips are in the first few seconds. But then there are her pesky emotions getting in the way, they always seem to no matter how cold she is seen as. She could not be so passionate for her goals, for her loves, if she didn't allow some weakness.

At least now it brings comfort rather than hurt, wrapping both arms about his neck to make up for any height difference. He may not be as tall as Henry, but she dares he kisses better. Not in the way a man commands a woman, or a king his subject, but in a way she can't name, because she hasn't known it before. Not even with Thomas Wyatt. It tickles her, deep in her belly where laughter is born, though for now restrained. Barely, as Anne is smiling into the kiss and near ruining it only moments after, she is so delighted. Her right hand quickly reaches from his coat up to his face, gripping his jaw so that she can offer more leverage and control.

But this is a church, and she must stop eventually. ]

Edited 2014-01-14 10:04 (UTC)

[It's a church, but there's no one else here to scold him, and if God didn't want him with her, then why did He bring him here at all?

Jesse's palms slide down to the small of her back and he pulls her closer, savoring this as one of the many things he thought he'd never have again. Honestly, if anything's a fantasy, wouldn't it be this? Instead of praying for forgiveness, all he's doing is praying that he doesn't wake up. Let him stay here a little longer, if this is something he's just imagining. The place where he's a prince, not a slave.

He realizes the rosary is still entwined around his right hand and he reaches up to lay it over Anne's, where she holds him, though he doesn't make to loosen her grip or draw away.]

[ The feel of the cool metal against her fingers reminds her again of what it represents, and there is momentary sadness that attempts to drag her thoughts back down. All she had here was her faith in God and her own conscience. No family, no kingdom, no future. It changed everything, having said goodbye to all of that long ago.

But she had said goodbye to him, too, even if he hadn't heard her.

Curling her grip around the rosary, Anne snags his fingers along with it, pulling both down to nestle beneath her cloak and against her breast. Lips pursed, she places three kisses against the corner of his mouth, each tinier than the last while she takes a step backward, likewise pulling him with as she doesn't release his hand. ]

Talk to me. Then we shall pray.

[Jesse lets out a quiet noise of disappointment, though he obeys. He keeps close to her as she moves, not wanting to lose his hold on her. If he does, maybe she'll disappear. The universe just loves playing those kinds of tricks on him.]

...I did something terrible.

[ She isn't surprised to hear him say something like this, although she might be surprised to believe it. At least he can't be worse than any other man, one who seems to mourn everything and everyone that Anne has never known.

Squeezing his hand, she stops to sit on the edge of the dais, behind the podium, tugging his hand so that he must remain beside her. He seems unwilling to leave, at any rate, but who could blame him? He was just whisked away. ]

There is nothing so terrible as to take away the selfish joy I now feel at seeing you alive and well. I hope you have not let their hurtful words make you believe things that are untrue.

[ 'They', whoever 'they' are. The people who locked him up? Whoever he went home to? ]

[They can all burn in Hell. He isn't concerned about them anymore. He's concerned about her, because he thinks this is one thing that can, in fact, take away her joy.

He sits beside her, shaking his head.]

It's something terrible that I did to myself. I don't think I did it on purpose, I don't think I meant to die like that, but I'm not sure. I...

[ It's a word that's hard to miss. 'Die'. It makes her feel light-headed, especially in relation to this conversation. She feels like there's an important piece she's missing, as if she stepped out for just a moment but missed the most vital information. ]

What do you mean? You are sitting right here before me. Death does not follow us here.

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