He doesn't know how long it might have taken him. He doesn't know how long he sat there before Lune spoke and he realized she'd arrived, somehow, without him knowing or hearing. All he knows, the only thing he knows for certain, is that he'd never felt such immense despair and loss in his whole life, all of it so sudden and so shocking that it emptied his whole world in a moment. The expedition, gone, wiped out. Maelle gone... dead, for all he knew. The mission over before it even began, another Gommage now locked into the calendar. All of his friends were dead. Why shouldn't he die, too?
His metal fingers lift to find Lune's chin, turning her head so he can look down into her face and meet her eyes. His own lack the terrible emptiness of before, but they still aren't... right, he's somewhere in a backseat to his own thoughts, his own words. But still: ]
You saved me.
[ It's an answer and it isn't, all at once. Her face is pale, cold, and her eyes are weirdly dilated, and he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't want to think, either. He doesn't want to remember, to smell the blood and heat the screams of everyone now left cold and silent. He leans down to press his mouth to her forehead, a motion that's more reflex than design. ]
You saved me, Lune.
[ He shifts; places another kiss to her cheek, trying to warm her, trying to distract her from her thoughts, trying to bring them both some semblance of comfort. When his lips lift from her skin, he stays where he is, leaning down to her, and now there finally is something else he feels: a little frisson of warmth. His breath puffs against her cheek.
There's no one else here, but his voice is a murmur. ]
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Date: 2025-05-18 09:09 pm (UTC)He doesn't know how long it might have taken him. He doesn't know how long he sat there before Lune spoke and he realized she'd arrived, somehow, without him knowing or hearing. All he knows, the only thing he knows for certain, is that he'd never felt such immense despair and loss in his whole life, all of it so sudden and so shocking that it emptied his whole world in a moment. The expedition, gone, wiped out. Maelle gone... dead, for all he knew. The mission over before it even began, another Gommage now locked into the calendar. All of his friends were dead. Why shouldn't he die, too?
His metal fingers lift to find Lune's chin, turning her head so he can look down into her face and meet her eyes. His own lack the terrible emptiness of before, but they still aren't... right, he's somewhere in a backseat to his own thoughts, his own words. But still: ]
You saved me.
[ It's an answer and it isn't, all at once. Her face is pale, cold, and her eyes are weirdly dilated, and he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't want to think, either. He doesn't want to remember, to smell the blood and heat the screams of everyone now left cold and silent. He leans down to press his mouth to her forehead, a motion that's more reflex than design. ]
You saved me, Lune.
[ He shifts; places another kiss to her cheek, trying to warm her, trying to distract her from her thoughts, trying to bring them both some semblance of comfort. When his lips lift from her skin, he stays where he is, leaning down to her, and now there finally is something else he feels: a little frisson of warmth. His breath puffs against her cheek.
There's no one else here, but his voice is a murmur. ]
Lune...