...then even more so, you deserve at least someone to say sorry, for it.
[ he scoots a little closer. it's affection week, and the urge to reach out is there - he hesitates, briefly, but instead just very gently nudges his arm into hers, first. ]
I know how that feels, too. It's - it's awful. To be the one to swing the blade. Even if it's your responsibility.
[ oogh, that's familiar. he's quiet, for a moment - turning his face to look at her, finally, from underneath his bangs, expression soft and worried but no less sure. ]
You... don't have to be. At least, you don't have to be right now. [ a tiny, helpless laugh: ] I won't tell anyone.
[ and with zero hesitation, rondo sweeps her up in a hug.
he gives really good hugs. rondo is the kind of person who just radiates warmth, and his hugs are as effused with his genuine emotion and care as every other action he does -- he pulls vin into his arms and squeezes, tight. ]
[she's relieved he can't see her expression as she hesitates for just a moment before reaching up to put her arms around him in turn. after a moment, she leans her head on his shoulder.
he takes a short, shaky breath on his own, like he's bolstering himself. it's something he said to karlach, last week - that it's okay, to share your burdens with others. that you can be strong, but there's strength in recognizing that you're weak, that you're sad, that you're a human being. that there's strength in learning how to hold each other up.
it's the same here, too. of all the regrets he's felt, lately, nothing feels worse than letting someone in a similar position down, so when vin gives him a little vulnerability, rondo does everything in his power to hold it as safe as he can, to hug her tightly and tuck his head against the top of hers. ]
I've got you. [ he says, very quietly, curling his fingers in her clothes. i've got you. it's going to be okay. ]
[...it's been a long time since someone said that. since someone let her be scared and unhappy without expectation or disappointment. it's such a simple statement and sentiment but, murmured after a moment:]
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[and that doesn't means it isn't painful, but.]
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[ i mean he'll just say it ]
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[ he scoots a little closer. it's affection week, and the urge to reach out is there - he hesitates, briefly, but instead just very gently nudges his arm into hers, first. ]
I know how that feels, too. It's - it's awful. To be the one to swing the blade. Even if it's your responsibility.
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[but she takes a breath, rubbing at her face.]
I'll be fine. Really.
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You... don't have to be. At least, you don't have to be right now. [ a tiny, helpless laugh: ] I won't tell anyone.
[ maybe this time, he can help. ]
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I don't think I am.
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he gives really good hugs. rondo is the kind of person who just radiates warmth, and his hugs are as effused with his genuine emotion and care as every other action he does -- he pulls vin into his arms and squeezes, tight. ]
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none of my hug icons are sad please imagine]
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he takes a short, shaky breath on his own, like he's bolstering himself. it's something he said to karlach, last week - that it's okay, to share your burdens with others. that you can be strong, but there's strength in recognizing that you're weak, that you're sad, that you're a human being. that there's strength in learning how to hold each other up.
it's the same here, too. of all the regrets he's felt, lately, nothing feels worse than letting someone in a similar position down, so when vin gives him a little vulnerability, rondo does everything in his power to hold it as safe as he can, to hug her tightly and tuck his head against the top of hers. ]
I've got you. [ he says, very quietly, curling his fingers in her clothes. i've got you. it's going to be okay. ]
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Thank you.