( the weeks had been long, the days counted down until they were reunited. they'd had a mission that had required them to split up, cutting off two heads at the same time, though it had also meant that they'd been unable to keep in contact -- at least anything more than a brief signal.
she gets back first, taking the time to check over their hideout, unpack the remnants of her gear before beginning a watch until he returns.
ana tries not to think about how long it is. it could be days, it could just be hours but now that she's back, after those few weeks, any more time is just torturous -- not knowing if he's okay, even just wishing for him to be there.
when she catches sight of him, through her rifle, she breathes a sigh of relief, keeping track of him until he's close enough to see with her eye. she stows the rifle, standing to greet him, letting him come to her. ana gives a quick visual assessment, leaning the rifle against the wall, before stepping closer to him.
she loses the usual questions -- he'd made it out, clearly, and she hadn't tracked anyone else in with him. for the moment, for a few brief moments, she just wants to be in his presence. one hand rests on his arm, ana in his space, the other on the back of his head, pulling him down as she leans up to kiss him. it had been a long few weeks )
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she gets back first, taking the time to check over their hideout, unpack the remnants of her gear before beginning a watch until he returns.
ana tries not to think about how long it is. it could be days, it could just be hours but now that she's back, after those few weeks, any more time is just torturous -- not knowing if he's okay, even just wishing for him to be there.
when she catches sight of him, through her rifle, she breathes a sigh of relief, keeping track of him until he's close enough to see with her eye. she stows the rifle, standing to greet him, letting him come to her. ana gives a quick visual assessment, leaning the rifle against the wall, before stepping closer to him.
she loses the usual questions -- he'd made it out, clearly, and she hadn't tracked anyone else in with him. for the moment, for a few brief moments, she just wants to be in his presence. one hand rests on his arm, ana in his space, the other on the back of his head, pulling him down as she leans up to kiss him. it had been a long few weeks )