Darling please, just give us some time, and I swear we'll be alright
It's a grand measure of her worth, that he would ask Ludo of her soul's whereabouts. He who so removes himself from the light of their celestial grace, striving for peace and lack of involvement that this world will never afford him. Either of them. They are drawn to the helpless inexorably, incapable of remaining static when others are in need. She gives a small squeeze of his arm, her small grateful smile the silent gratitude for his love and concern. At least he had known she was not gone. That is a burden she had not unwittingly placed on his shoulders, for all it would have bowed them further. A small bit of relief for her own guilt.
It has been a long time since she has seen him so downtrodden. Panic strikes in her heart, sharp and seismic, as it draws to mind that awful time before she had lost him to the veil. His words are as purposeful and vague as her own, but hold weight so much more intimate than hers. These things which hurt him deeply, intentionally, instead of occurring around him. Amalia's cutting of ties in particular pinches her face into something ugly, countenance souring with a seething rage that aches to act on his behalf. The whys and explanations matter not to the Valkyrie, who judges on a black and white scale that has firmly tipped to a blackened state for the sole, damning fact that Amalia has hurt him.
Her hand rises to his shoulder this time, moving closer as if to physically draw him from the rubble. "None of which was your fault," she vows, knowing it in her heart to be true. Deimos' love for Amalia was something she had envied and desired in equal portions. There is no doubt in her mind that their separation had not been his idea. "You have carried so much for so long, Deimos. But you cannot do everything. I can't stand to lose you to it once more." Heat tickles behind her eyes at the mere memory, of how hollow the world had felt in his absence. "Kiada and I are back, and safe. Amalia is a fool to let you go. And you shall not head into battle again without me by your side." They seem like petty, hollow comforts, given far too late, but it is all she can offer him. Something proactive instead of consoling. "Everything is going to be okay. But you need rest." Perhaps she can't promise it, but she will work to make it so. Half-standing from her chair she envelops him in her arms, inviting him to break apart in the privacy of her embrace if that is what he needs. She will be his pillar, tonight and for eternity.
It has been a long time since she has seen him so downtrodden. Panic strikes in her heart, sharp and seismic, as it draws to mind that awful time before she had lost him to the veil. His words are as purposeful and vague as her own, but hold weight so much more intimate than hers. These things which hurt him deeply, intentionally, instead of occurring around him. Amalia's cutting of ties in particular pinches her face into something ugly, countenance souring with a seething rage that aches to act on his behalf. The whys and explanations matter not to the Valkyrie, who judges on a black and white scale that has firmly tipped to a blackened state for the sole, damning fact that Amalia has hurt him.
Her hand rises to his shoulder this time, moving closer as if to physically draw him from the rubble. "None of which was your fault," she vows, knowing it in her heart to be true. Deimos' love for Amalia was something she had envied and desired in equal portions. There is no doubt in her mind that their separation had not been his idea. "You have carried so much for so long, Deimos. But you cannot do everything. I can't stand to lose you to it once more." Heat tickles behind her eyes at the mere memory, of how hollow the world had felt in his absence. "Kiada and I are back, and safe. Amalia is a fool to let you go. And you shall not head into battle again without me by your side." They seem like petty, hollow comforts, given far too late, but it is all she can offer him. Something proactive instead of consoling. "Everything is going to be okay. But you need rest." Perhaps she can't promise it, but she will work to make it so. Half-standing from her chair she envelops him in her arms, inviting him to break apart in the privacy of her embrace if that is what he needs. She will be his pillar, tonight and for eternity.
HOTARU
