you are such a soft and messy thing, nobody knows how to take care of you
She stands solemnly behind him as he speaks, and finds she couldn’t move if she desired. Awash with a painful love for him that makes her knees weak. When she does move, she doesn’t actively register it, but her hand finds his shoulder. Less a mountain now that he is sitting and she is standing. “Thank you, Deimos. For trying.” Her hand squeezes at his shoulder, holding there for a moment to collect herself and knowing no further words are needed. He will understand the gravity she feels, the depths of her appreciation.
Taking in a slow breath, her hand falls away and she folds gracefully to sit beside him, their knees knocking slightly. “I agree. Will you help me make one? I’ve yet to make one for Romina, and Ru’in’s needs remade.” He had known them in their youth, even if only briefly before his demise, and she trusts he will make a beautiful symbol regardless of how well he’d known them.
Taking in a slow breath, her hand falls away and she folds gracefully to sit beside him, their knees knocking slightly. “I agree. Will you help me make one? I’ve yet to make one for Romina, and Ru’in’s needs remade.” He had known them in their youth, even if only briefly before his demise, and she trusts he will make a beautiful symbol regardless of how well he’d known them.
