CHULANE
People came and went all around him, keeping busy, or grabbing a drink, or consoling one another. And still he sat, silent, disengaged, apart.
He didn't see her. He didn't see anyone. He would've sat with his head in his hands for an age had she not disturbed him, her form melding against his, her hands lighting the fire of life in his form once more, as he automatically unfolded his hunched posture to lean into her, even as she leaned upon his shoulder.
A deep, shaky breath rattled through his chest as her thought touched his mind, his name, calling to him amidst the abyssal numbness that otherwise consumed him. He clung to it, even as his hands rose to cling to hers that were wrapped around his form.
They were anchors for each other, they would weather this storm together.
He turns his head to lean his forehead against her, to breathe in the scent of her. "Kia." He hums back to her, his usually light and playful tone nowhere to be seen, replaced by a tone similar to the one her mental voice had sounded: Tired, spent, sorrowful.
A shot of relief went through him as he thanked whatever gods had a hand in this world that it wasn't she who had been taken by a fucking dragon. It was swiftly followed up by a wave of guilt, and then it settled back down to that all familiar cold, empty numbness.
"Sit with me..?" he asked, he begged, his voice soft and cracking, as he tugged gently on one of her arms that encircled him to draw her into his lap, where he might hold her, embrace her, and softly shed a tear into her dark, brunette hair.
He didn't see her. He didn't see anyone. He would've sat with his head in his hands for an age had she not disturbed him, her form melding against his, her hands lighting the fire of life in his form once more, as he automatically unfolded his hunched posture to lean into her, even as she leaned upon his shoulder.
A deep, shaky breath rattled through his chest as her thought touched his mind, his name, calling to him amidst the abyssal numbness that otherwise consumed him. He clung to it, even as his hands rose to cling to hers that were wrapped around his form.
They were anchors for each other, they would weather this storm together.
He turns his head to lean his forehead against her, to breathe in the scent of her. "Kia." He hums back to her, his usually light and playful tone nowhere to be seen, replaced by a tone similar to the one her mental voice had sounded: Tired, spent, sorrowful.
A shot of relief went through him as he thanked whatever gods had a hand in this world that it wasn't she who had been taken by a fucking dragon. It was swiftly followed up by a wave of guilt, and then it settled back down to that all familiar cold, empty numbness.
"Sit with me..?" he asked, he begged, his voice soft and cracking, as he tugged gently on one of her arms that encircled him to draw her into his lap, where he might hold her, embrace her, and softly shed a tear into her dark, brunette hair.
The only true wisdom is in knowing
you know nothing
you know nothing
