Soleil
Diana alerts her of her dad's arrival with a gentle touch through their bond, refusing to move her head from where Soleil is embracing it. As he drops down at her side she is already blindly turning for him, closest arm releasing her companion to cling to his shirt as her tearstreaked face presses into his gentle hands.
She's never felt judged for wearing her heart on her sleeve before, and even if those rare people hated it it had never mattered, because she had never felt any measure of shame or embarrassment for anything; laughing, crying, goofing off. For the first time her chest aches with the weight of the disparaging thought that she's being a burden, that she doesn't deserve this kind of gentle handling, even from her dad.
"I-I don't know what to do," she stutters out, trying to catch her breath enough to speak clearly enough to make sense. Her tears catch against his palms, but she leans in closer despite that. "I'm so angry. At myself, at - at nothing -" she stresses, voice thin and reedy, "because I don't have anyone to be mad at for a freaking meteor destroying our home except myself. I wasn't here, dad." Her throat burns and the tightness of her throat is painful. This is the crux of it all, isn't it?
"I was off pretending to be an adventurer, doing nothing useful, and I was so far away I couldn't get home for days. Everyone helped fix things except me! And nobody is mad at me for it!" It bursts out louder than the rest, outraged by her own lack of consequences and punishment. Why? Why? Why? Her hand fists in his shirt and she sobs harshly, eyes scrunching tightly so she can't see the disappointment she's sure will surface on his face.
She's never felt judged for wearing her heart on her sleeve before, and even if those rare people hated it it had never mattered, because she had never felt any measure of shame or embarrassment for anything; laughing, crying, goofing off. For the first time her chest aches with the weight of the disparaging thought that she's being a burden, that she doesn't deserve this kind of gentle handling, even from her dad.
"I-I don't know what to do," she stutters out, trying to catch her breath enough to speak clearly enough to make sense. Her tears catch against his palms, but she leans in closer despite that. "I'm so angry. At myself, at - at nothing -" she stresses, voice thin and reedy, "because I don't have anyone to be mad at for a freaking meteor destroying our home except myself. I wasn't here, dad." Her throat burns and the tightness of her throat is painful. This is the crux of it all, isn't it?
"I was off pretending to be an adventurer, doing nothing useful, and I was so far away I couldn't get home for days. Everyone helped fix things except me! And nobody is mad at me for it!" It bursts out louder than the rest, outraged by her own lack of consequences and punishment. Why? Why? Why? Her hand fists in his shirt and she sobs harshly, eyes scrunching tightly so she can't see the disappointment she's sure will surface on his face.
my head's in the sky but I'm falling backwards
