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Lord Chris Sonom ([personal profile] chrisisofaith) wrote2020-08-20 12:31 pm

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[personal profile] rogueinladysclothing 2023-02-24 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
There's much more here than either of them can deal with, at least immediately. Amelia knows she could do more here to allay what fears either or both of them have, but it... also seems like a thing that they shouldn't do. Something to be avoided while Chris is still raw and recovering from yesterday, and the both of them are reeling from the shock of losing one of their friends.

She knows how this goes for them. She knows the way their minds work. It's best to leave things as they are. If they still haven't spoken about the lights, how could they begin to speak about the way they handle moments like this?

Someday, somehow, she'll manage that conversation. If she could face talking to Wolfe about Tumenalia, and the ways they both hurt one another and lost their agency, she can face this conversation with Chris, too.

But not today.

Her tears stop long before her breathing evens out, and eventually her hold on him loosens to allow him space. She turns a small smile up at him, not minding that her face is a mess or that her eyes are red. He promised to stand here, to let her run this through, and there's no hiding the aftermath of it.

"Thank you." It's not enough, but it's a start when her mouth is dry and her hands are shaky. "I needed to do this in safety, and you gave me that."