maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters
Perhaps she thought him sinking, but certainly not drowning. He is too open a book for her to read, even muddled as the words may be in the wake of such change and emotional distress in the both of them. Even so her hand remains, ever-ready to grasp and pull should he need an out. On his own time.
“Always,” she is quick to assure when his gratitude is made none, a whip crack of sound that emphasizes her surety and devotion. Far from privy to the source of his amusement, Ru instead only smiles at him when he parrots back at her. Repetition seems to work best with the Sword, she thinks fondly.
Moving closer as his stride stops, she watches from his elbow as he creates, ear tuned to each rumbling word. His mind is creative and beautiful as ever as apparent in the schemes and designs that flow outward from finger to paper. “Wonderful as always. Do remember to take my height into account though.” The twinkle of amusement in her eyes is a lightheartedness to the moment. Ru would never squander his talents, though she chafes anew at the idea of receiving anything for free when he has been used so freely in the past by others.
Ru’s hand comes to lay on his elbow, turning away from the designs to give a supportive smile. “Then you’ll always have a place.” With her - regardless of where or in what way.
“Always,” she is quick to assure when his gratitude is made none, a whip crack of sound that emphasizes her surety and devotion. Far from privy to the source of his amusement, Ru instead only smiles at him when he parrots back at her. Repetition seems to work best with the Sword, she thinks fondly.
Moving closer as his stride stops, she watches from his elbow as he creates, ear tuned to each rumbling word. His mind is creative and beautiful as ever as apparent in the schemes and designs that flow outward from finger to paper. “Wonderful as always. Do remember to take my height into account though.” The twinkle of amusement in her eyes is a lightheartedness to the moment. Ru would never squander his talents, though she chafes anew at the idea of receiving anything for free when he has been used so freely in the past by others.
Ru’s hand comes to lay on his elbow, turning away from the designs to give a supportive smile. “Then you’ll always have a place.” With her - regardless of where or in what way.
