[ Everything feels less devoid than it had in that apartment. Like the most bitter winter melting to reveal an immediate spring with life blossomed anew. She should see it in a more literal way, but she's so focused on the man in her arms. It's so nearly a frightful thing to see him this vulnerable... but he trusts her. This is what she's wanted, for him to let her know she matters and belongs, that she belongs in his life.
That her lack of memories and where she came from doesn't really matter so long as where she is now is with him. Their friendship is their personal Destiny Bond.
Her mind runs quick yet empty, the focal point of the way he responds swallowing anything else. Warm and tentative; uncertain. But he's not avoiding her nor is it dislike or being done just for her sake. It's mutual and a very new thing between them beyond the joking, teasing, strange normalcy that had formed between them over the years and greater still while sharing a home with one another.
Once over the thrumming hum of uncertainty of his feelings, she's able to respond more fully to him. Without restraint or remorse, she keeps him against her, one arm beneath his and around to clasp her hand at his shoulder while the other occasionally drags finger tips to the back of his head. It's not calculated and it shows by hesitancy to change gears and carry on, the newness of this gesture not just with him but overall hits her enough to draw breath from her. Like her lips are sealed even as too many words half-form.
She doesn't look at him though she feels him turn, the small gesture of it touching in a way she can't describe. Maybe it's because he didn't look at her before she'd left? There's a pull of air before she is able to answer. ]
No one has to be at fault. [ Without the grain now, but still almost a whisper. Sweet, though. Like there's a promise in her words -- one that's desirable. ] You told me. It's... I don't know what to do with that information, but I feel less hollow knowing it now.
[ From his head to nape to beneath his shoulder blade as she mimics his gesture, burying her face against the crook of his neck. Her voice is warm in tone and against his skin, comfortable with the intimacy now to an extent she tilts her head, nose and cheek dragging to the edge of his jawline. ]
Just promise me one thing? That you won't lie to me again. That's... that's all I need.
cronches on eyedrops then
That her lack of memories and where she came from doesn't really matter so long as where she is now is with him. Their friendship is their personal Destiny Bond.
Her mind runs quick yet empty, the focal point of the way he responds swallowing anything else. Warm and tentative; uncertain. But he's not avoiding her nor is it dislike or being done just for her sake. It's mutual and a very new thing between them beyond the joking, teasing, strange normalcy that had formed between them over the years and greater still while sharing a home with one another.
Once over the thrumming hum of uncertainty of his feelings, she's able to respond more fully to him. Without restraint or remorse, she keeps him against her, one arm beneath his and around to clasp her hand at his shoulder while the other occasionally drags finger tips to the back of his head. It's not calculated and it shows by hesitancy to change gears and carry on, the newness of this gesture not just with him but overall hits her enough to draw breath from her. Like her lips are sealed even as too many words half-form.
She doesn't look at him though she feels him turn, the small gesture of it touching in a way she can't describe. Maybe it's because he didn't look at her before she'd left? There's a pull of air before she is able to answer. ]
No one has to be at fault. [ Without the grain now, but still almost a whisper. Sweet, though. Like there's a promise in her words -- one that's desirable. ] You told me. It's... I don't know what to do with that information, but I feel less hollow knowing it now.
[ From his head to nape to beneath his shoulder blade as she mimics his gesture, burying her face against the crook of his neck. Her voice is warm in tone and against his skin, comfortable with the intimacy now to an extent she tilts her head, nose and cheek dragging to the edge of his jawline. ]
Just promise me one thing? That you won't lie to me again. That's... that's all I need.
[ She's not sure if that's true now. ]