[ She repeats the word as if the present is new all over again. There's intention behind the gift-- sweet and thoughtful. While it's been wonderful to have him here, there's a small pang of guilt in knowing he's so far from what he knows. She herself has nothing to return to, only something to find.
She'll ensure he returns. ]
Sometimes I admit I am frightened.
[ Her smile spreads from a small pinch at the corner of her lips to an easy parting of her lips. ]
But never miserable. You've been so helpful. To me. To everyone. I'm so proud to know you.
I'm trying. [ His smile feels as though it's going to shatter. Some days it's like fighting gravity, like no matter what he does he's undergoing a slow but sure warp. He sees Aranean children scuffling in the street, playfully drawing blood, and he no longer averts his eyes.
He doesn't know what would be worse, her seeing the effort for what it is—as she surely has—or it going overlooked. ] I wouldn't be able to do it without you. [ True of this, true of so much. ]
You're not trying. [ The same hair seems to have fallen back into its stubborn place. It's not so unlike the person at the root, shifting to adjust constantly and yet never truly happy to fall in line with the rest. It worries her, sometimes. She wonders if that restlessness will win out one day and if the same will become of her.
While she can keep him here with her now she's content. Her hand lingers as she moves the air back into place once more, this time cupping the side of his face to accomodate it completely. ]
You're doing. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
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[ She repeats the word as if the present is new all over again. There's intention behind the gift-- sweet and thoughtful. While it's been wonderful to have him here, there's a small pang of guilt in knowing he's so far from what he knows. She herself has nothing to return to, only something to find.
She'll ensure he returns. ]
Sometimes I admit I am frightened.
[ Her smile spreads from a small pinch at the corner of her lips to an easy parting of her lips. ]
But never miserable. You've been so helpful. To me. To everyone. I'm so proud to know you.
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He doesn't know what would be worse, her seeing the effort for what it is—as she surely has—or it going overlooked. ] I wouldn't be able to do it without you. [ True of this, true of so much. ]
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While she can keep him here with her now she's content. Her hand lingers as she moves the air back into place once more, this time cupping the side of his face to accomodate it completely. ]
You're doing. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.