[ All they have is each other, and Lune has already borne so much tonight. He'd added to her grief and shock by taking out his fears on her, and so this... this is his fault. That cool, practical Lune is huddled against him, trembling, feeling so much smaller than he ever thought possible.
He bends his head as he continues to work his warmed hand over the bare skin of her arm, mouth brushing her hair as he does his best to gather her closely to him, to the warmth and solidity of his body.
And maybe he needs this, too, the warmth of human companionship; physical closeness with one of the few friends — maybe the only friend — he has left. His voice is soft, murmuring into the mussed sleekness of her hair. ]
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Date: 2025-05-18 01:04 am (UTC)[ All they have is each other, and Lune has already borne so much tonight. He'd added to her grief and shock by taking out his fears on her, and so this... this is his fault. That cool, practical Lune is huddled against him, trembling, feeling so much smaller than he ever thought possible.
He bends his head as he continues to work his warmed hand over the bare skin of her arm, mouth brushing her hair as he does his best to gather her closely to him, to the warmth and solidity of his body.
And maybe he needs this, too, the warmth of human companionship; physical closeness with one of the few friends — maybe the only friend — he has left. His voice is soft, murmuring into the mussed sleekness of her hair. ]
I'm here.
I miss them, too.