May your past be the sound
Hands held tightly, he did not shy away from the increased pressure, holding it with his own firm, supportive grip. He'd never quite been one to ponder on the likelihood of his or his loved ones' demise, but being thrust into this world had certainly brought about a new perspective.But he was also one to focus on the present, on what they did have, on what they could control. And this, right here, right now, was something they could control, they could live, enjoy, in each other's company.
He met her gaze with his own solemn one, wanting nothing but to be there for her, to hear everything she had to say, to provide a sort of cathartic release for her. And he listens when she speaks, hearing every word, treating them as if they were some of the most precious he'd ever heard.
Subtly, he led them through the ruins, letting her words stir between them, pausing as she utters the last soft words as a sort of confession. He pulled her into a hug then, breathing her in, wanting to imply how grateful he was at her strength, at her willingness to even participate in this conversation with him.
"I think those are good words to say, with your heart, that she might hear you wherever she is now," he murmured softly against her, releasing her from the hug but keeping an arm slung around her, so that they might continue to walk , only closer together.
"Tell me about her?" he asked, after some time in silence had passed, after they had walked further into the Ruins together.
of your feet upon the ground
CHULANE
