ZEPH
you have a happy personality with a heavy soul
Your arms wrap around her instinctively, protectively, holding the woman who is always so strong against your body as she finally begins to break. And gods if you don't wish you could scoop away the pain, and gods if you don't know all too well you can't. All you can do is hold her and be here, somewhere safe to let it out. Gently you rest your hand on the back of her neck, the other arm curled protectively around her waist.
You're still glaring at the place where the not-child sat a moment before when Vai begins to pull away. You don't really trust yourself to say much, instead opting to show your empathy through the way you hold her, rubbing the small of her back. With a shocking tenderness you move your hand to brush a tearstain off her cheek, leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto her forehead, your expression still stormy.
Fuckin' god shit.
"She's a beautiful girl. Like her ma," you rumble against her forehead. "The world's robbed ya of too much joy, taku kairangi. I wish I could give it back."
You're still glaring at the place where the not-child sat a moment before when Vai begins to pull away. You don't really trust yourself to say much, instead opting to show your empathy through the way you hold her, rubbing the small of her back. With a shocking tenderness you move your hand to brush a tearstain off her cheek, leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto her forehead, your expression still stormy.
Fuckin' god shit.
"She's a beautiful girl. Like her ma," you rumble against her forehead. "The world's robbed ya of too much joy, taku kairangi. I wish I could give it back."
sometimes, it gets weird
