make peace with your broken pieces
There's a bite to his voice that she flinches against, another reminder that the man she used to know is gone. Bowing her head the Shield nods, returning the rock to its place. She has Vanya, and they are left without. Waiting, hurting, biding their time until they see their loved ones again.
She feels uncomfortable with him looming above her, and so she rises up, trying to combat his stony nature with an offering of... what? Quiet, she supposes, as he does not seem to want affection. Friendship, whether he accepts it or not. "Is there ever a good time, for us?" Rubbing her wrist the Shield looks over the grey and wild sea, dark eyes searching for something on the horizon that simply isn't there. "I kind of like the rain. We don't get storms like this, back home."
She feels uncomfortable with him looming above her, and so she rises up, trying to combat his stony nature with an offering of... what? Quiet, she supposes, as he does not seem to want affection. Friendship, whether he accepts it or not. "Is there ever a good time, for us?" Rubbing her wrist the Shield looks over the grey and wild sea, dark eyes searching for something on the horizon that simply isn't there. "I kind of like the rain. We don't get storms like this, back home."
shield of safrin
