[she looks Slightly Hungover, but it's fine, when is she not on sundays
she traces the rim of her cup, staring at it.]
I'm glad. [she says, finally. that's genuine - she is glad for his company, because it's comforting. a beat, and then:] ... Metis, we're coming to the end of this, yes? We're... running out of time.
[ Understandable, really. This place is.. a lot. He certainly does not allow himself but he would not fault people who turn to a glass or two.
He watches her, leaning a little and with his regular hand will gingerly brush fingers over her hand. A small comforting gesture. ]
..Yes. [ A small exhale, but he looks - optimistic, reassuring. ] Time is coming close but, I believe there is still hope left. That we will be able to overcome all of this very soon.
[ Metis will gingerly take her hand, holding it in his own, thumb smoothing over her knuckles. Ears quietly flick back. ]
..It is hard to imagine. What we could possibly do to change things. How to do something, anything about it. [ Carefully, he raises her hand to gently kiss the back of it. ] I promise you will not be infected. I'll do whatever I can to forbid that from happening, you have my word.
[and then she gets rolled for murder next week (no) (unless)
but - he promises that, and she laughs, a little. it's just kind of sad. weeks ago, during emotion share, she'd almost broadcasted the sorrow that lives in her spine, curled up around her ribs and into her lungs. it's here again, and though it can't be felt by others this time, it's still present. it's cloying and thick in her voice and behind her eyes, stinging and hot.
she exhales slow, watching him kiss the back of her hand. she lets him.]
You can't promise that. [...] But it's sweet of you.
[ that would make this thread in hindsight SO SAD AND BAD i would personally cry. starts shaking like a chihuahua
Just gingerly, as carefully as before, he rests his forehead against the back of her hand. Taking a breath, before he lowers it and sits straighter again. Giving her a small sad smile. ]
I cannot truly promise that no, but... I want to. I want to be able to promise that so.. this once, I'll be a little selfish and do so.
[ It won't fix everything. Or even anything but. He wants to try and ease at that sorrow. That sadness that can be heard in her voice, in the way she stares out. ]
she swallows a little hard, but... she doesn't cry, at least. she just feels heavy. like she could crawl into her bed and not get up. it's not an unusual feeling, it's just kind of startling, after the way she's felt recently.]
... It's alright to be a little selfish. [she always is - and he is so rarely, so she thinks it's good to encourage him this time. she strokes her thumb along his hand almost absently.]
Thank you. [...] Sometimes just hearing it is... it's better than nothing.
[she brings her free hand up to brush at her eyes.]
I don't know what to do anymore. I feel as though we've come up against a wall that we cannot get around.
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she traces the rim of her cup, staring at it.]
I'm glad. [she says, finally. that's genuine - she is glad for his company, because it's comforting. a beat, and then:] ... Metis, we're coming to the end of this, yes? We're... running out of time.
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He watches her, leaning a little and with his regular hand will gingerly brush fingers over her hand. A small comforting gesture. ]
..Yes. [ A small exhale, but he looks - optimistic, reassuring. ] Time is coming close but, I believe there is still hope left. That we will be able to overcome all of this very soon.
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I don't know how. [she says, finally.] I feel like I'm just waiting for my turn to be infected.
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..It is hard to imagine. What we could possibly do to change things. How to do something, anything about it. [ Carefully, he raises her hand to gently kiss the back of it. ] I promise you will not be infected. I'll do whatever I can to forbid that from happening, you have my word.
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but - he promises that, and she laughs, a little. it's just kind of sad. weeks ago, during emotion share, she'd almost broadcasted the sorrow that lives in her spine, curled up around her ribs and into her lungs. it's here again, and though it can't be felt by others this time, it's still present. it's cloying and thick in her voice and behind her eyes, stinging and hot.
she exhales slow, watching him kiss the back of her hand. she lets him.]
You can't promise that. [...] But it's sweet of you.
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Just gingerly, as carefully as before, he rests his forehead against the back of her hand. Taking a breath, before he lowers it and sits straighter again. Giving her a small sad smile. ]
I cannot truly promise that no, but... I want to. I want to be able to promise that so.. this once, I'll be a little selfish and do so.
[ It won't fix everything. Or even anything but. He wants to try and ease at that sorrow. That sadness that can be heard in her voice, in the way she stares out. ]
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she swallows a little hard, but... she doesn't cry, at least. she just feels heavy. like she could crawl into her bed and not get up. it's not an unusual feeling, it's just kind of startling, after the way she's felt recently.]
... It's alright to be a little selfish. [she always is - and he is so rarely, so she thinks it's good to encourage him this time. she strokes her thumb along his hand almost absently.]
Thank you. [...] Sometimes just hearing it is... it's better than nothing.
[she brings her free hand up to brush at her eyes.]
I don't know what to do anymore. I feel as though we've come up against a wall that we cannot get around.