[ She clings to him, shaking, her grip on his shirt so tight he can feel the material sliding loose from where it's tucked into his trousers. He doesn't understand what has her so upset, but it's not important in this first moment, when what she seems to need most is simply to be held.
And so he holds her, arms tight around her, letting her sob into his chest in a grief that seems threatening to wholly overwhelm her. ]
Maelle.
[ He lowers his head to press against hers, surrounding her as well as he can, and stays that way for a long time before he moves once more, ducking his head to try and meet her eyes, his flesh and blood human hand lifting to gently cup her flushed cheek, thumb smoothing away the tears that have smeared there. ]
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Date: 2025-05-08 08:33 pm (UTC)And so he holds her, arms tight around her, letting her sob into his chest in a grief that seems threatening to wholly overwhelm her. ]
Maelle.
[ He lowers his head to press against hers, surrounding her as well as he can, and stays that way for a long time before he moves once more, ducking his head to try and meet her eyes, his flesh and blood human hand lifting to gently cup her flushed cheek, thumb smoothing away the tears that have smeared there. ]
What's wrong? Can you tell me?