as I hold my soul all the music pours out
“Nor does letting the scar tissue remain,” he offers in return, a gentle assurance that he is quite fine the way he is, and comfortable with it. “But that was a kind offer, thank you.” Belatedly, he wonders if the offer to heal was the Archangel fighting for a way to feel useful, to feel like she’s contributing? He can’t break his own boundaries to comfort her, but there might be another way… perhaps she and Tobi ought to team up…
That idea is for another time, because now, now she seems to need something from him and Falke is here to serve.
The Fixer holds her gaze in silence, nodding a fraction to say yes, he gets it.
Except when she reveals what’s been eating at her, he finds that he doesn’t. And this is deep, unfamiliar territory. The professional mask stays on while inside he’s furiously flipping through all the pages of his journals, every case he can remember - but he comes up empty because, as everyone knows, this has never happened before.
“Do you want to move outside?” he asks, gesturing deftly towards the door. “And continue out there?” Where perhaps, she might not feel the need to hold herself back.
That idea is for another time, because now, now she seems to need something from him and Falke is here to serve.
The Fixer holds her gaze in silence, nodding a fraction to say yes, he gets it.
Except when she reveals what’s been eating at her, he finds that he doesn’t. And this is deep, unfamiliar territory. The professional mask stays on while inside he’s furiously flipping through all the pages of his journals, every case he can remember - but he comes up empty because, as everyone knows, this has never happened before.
“Do you want to move outside?” he asks, gesturing deftly towards the door. “And continue out there?” Where perhaps, she might not feel the need to hold herself back.
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
