maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters
Perhaps it should not comfort them the way it does, but these are familiar machinations. Plans already hatched once upon a time, giving support to those being laid in the moment. To others it may seem no laughing matter, but his teasing only sparks her own fond, exaggerated exasperation as he 'redoes' the schematics. "Far better," Ru deadpans, holding his stare as long as possible before her expression inevitably breaks into an impish curl. His reflection of understanding is a balm on her soul that has become far too wounded in the past meagerly few seasons.
At that she lets him sketch and plan in silence, content to stand at his side and watch the icy horizon as his plans come to life on paper. Only once it begins to take shape does she tap at his elbow once more. "I wanted to wait to tell you, but I saw Frey before I left Torchline. They gave me something that I want to show you." Ru had been practicing how to shift ever since, waiting for this moment. "Close your eyes?" Eagerly waiting for him to do so, that she might surprise him with even better news.
At that she lets him sketch and plan in silence, content to stand at his side and watch the icy horizon as his plans come to life on paper. Only once it begins to take shape does she tap at his elbow once more. "I wanted to wait to tell you, but I saw Frey before I left Torchline. They gave me something that I want to show you." Ru had been practicing how to shift ever since, waiting for this moment. "Close your eyes?" Eagerly waiting for him to do so, that she might surprise him with even better news.
