[tears have stopped flowing so freely, though her eyes remain dampened from them. there's just the faint glint of them before her eyes flutter closed as attention is given to her hair.
at his words, a corner of her mouth tugs, making a quiet, grim sound.]
You'll see.
[she knows how he faltered in his feelings for the princess who had his heart back then in that other world. how he wrestled with his identity, purpose, and worthiness of all he had, especially with how the world spoiled him with so much more than what he'd known before.
it was infuriating then, but just bitter truth now; he'd walk away from this place and, given the distance and duty from his master, begin to doubt himself. to doubt her and this. it's inevitable and she knows it. she can't save him any more than she can save herself.
still, Cecelia lets herself indulge in the feeling of his fingers in her hair and on her back, warmth from him incomparable to her own but still more than welcome. it just feels nice to be held. regret it later.
at some point the rain does let up, though she doesn't realize the absence of it against the windows right away. by the time she does, her ear had been full of the pounding in his chest and more of his nonsense words she loved.]
Do you still mean to leave? You said when the rain had ceased.
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at his words, a corner of her mouth tugs, making a quiet, grim sound.]
You'll see.
[she knows how he faltered in his feelings for the princess who had his heart back then in that other world. how he wrestled with his identity, purpose, and worthiness of all he had, especially with how the world spoiled him with so much more than what he'd known before.
it was infuriating then, but just bitter truth now; he'd walk away from this place and, given the distance and duty from his master, begin to doubt himself. to doubt her and this. it's inevitable and she knows it. she can't save him any more than she can save herself.
still, Cecelia lets herself indulge in the feeling of his fingers in her hair and on her back, warmth from him incomparable to her own but still more than welcome. it just feels nice to be held. regret it later.
at some point the rain does let up, though she doesn't realize the absence of it against the windows right away. by the time she does, her ear had been full of the pounding in his chest and more of his nonsense words she loved.]
Do you still mean to leave? You said when the rain had ceased.