May your past be the sound
He asks a lot of her, he knows. Things that he himself was uncomfortable doing still, even with her - being open, using the ability gifted to them in such a way that linked them, that bonded them through their emotions of all things. He wished he could share in return without being shifted, could offer his own reflection and support in that way - alas, he would do what he could to hear her, to feel her, to hold her up when all she wanted to do was crumble down.He didn't know if it was a good idea, or a disastrous one. What if he let himself be pulled under, drowned beneath the depth of her grief, her sorrow? What if he wasn't strong enough to bear it, to support her through it, to get them both through this?
He'd find out soon enough.
Arms embrace her automatically as she comes to him, her moment of hesitation feeling like a yawning age as he wonders if he'd asked too much of her, pushed the familiarity of their relationship to the brink already - but she comes to him, and he welcomes her, all of her.
It comes through as a trickle at first, a hint at what lie beneath the barrier she had built, the wall holding back the tide of raw and rough emotions. He braces on instinct for what he suspects is about to come, hot tears burning at the back of his eyelids as he shuts them and leans his forehead against her, feeling the wave, nay, the tsunami wash through him, threatening to drown him, to pull him under. First instincts scream at him to flinch, to want to pull away from her, to want to run and hide from such dark and dreadful sensations; but he ignores them, clinging to her all the more instead, his breath hitching as he works hard to maintain his breathing, to stay here, with her, in the present.
"I'm here," words came out between breaths, time an unknown entity now. Hours could have passed as he let himself feel her, as he held her in his embrace. He didn't know if he was reassuring her or himself; perhaps he was reassuring both of them in this moment of empathic bonds and emotions hitting like hurricanes. "We're here," he said, voice more sure this time, more comforted by the fact that she was here too, with him as much as he was with her.
of your feet upon the ground
CHULANE
