[ the heterosexuality of this thread is off the charts....
This might just be VR, a hyperrealistic projection of their thoughts and memories, but he swears he can still feel the warmth of her hand against his, the callouses of her fingers against his own equally rough skin. His eyes dip down and linger on the sight of their joined hands, the last of his smile slipping off his face to be as Ishmael twists his words around. And rightfully so; there's nothing incorrect about what she's said. ]
No, you're right. [ Slowly, solemnly. ] We shouldn't have had to go through what we did.
[ Even if he still doesn't know the full breadth of the horrors she'd seen, her actions and reactions now speak for themselves. More than the physical scars are the psychological ones carved deep into their souls, never fully able to heal despite the endless passage of time.
And yet....
His eyes linger on his hand another second before he carefully tugs it free. His fingers itch with the urge to thread through her hair and rest against her cheek. More than that, it would be so easy to close what little remaining distance there is between them and give in to the urge that's permanently lodged itself in the back of his mind. And so he does.
Just kidding, the intrusive thoughts don't win this time. He does, however, wrap both his arms around her, just tight enough for the hug to be recognized for what it is. There's still a bit of awkwardness to it, a lingering sense of stiffness from a lack of practice. ]
Even so, I'm glad you did persevere. The world is a brighter place with you in it.
[ Like literally because of her hair but also figuratively. ]
[ also what the fuck, they didn't kiss? they'd be blind not to notice how they're both staring at each other's lips this entire time, but maybe ishmael in particular is choosing to ignore it for own good.
besides, this hug has taken her by surprise either way. her eyes widen as she's engulfed in his arms, thankful that they're sitting down like this because her knees would've buckled from the sudden physical contact alone. wriothesley may feel awkward and stiff despite the effort, but the fact that he went all in without being requested to do so has melted her heart a little. even more so with those words whispered in her ear.
the world is a brighter place with you in it, he says. crazy to think that once upon a time, she'd had plans to vanish completely into the sea after she'd dealt with her own defined evils. if she'd gone through with it, if dante hadn't stopped her in the nick of time... she wouldn't be here in his arms today, being held like she's the most precious thing in the world.
she swallows, adjusting her head so that she's hiding his face on the crook of his neck. her hands gingerly come up to embrace him in return, fingernails digging into his back as she tries to hold it in. the first time they hugged, it was only out of convenience - to exchange body heat and nothing more. but now, this meant something a lot more, especially since she'd initially thought she'd never get to embrace someone like this again. ]
...Thank you.
[ she's so close to shifting onto his lap as she craves more of his touch, but im also going to hold back on that too :/
but if she sounds a little choked up just now, no you didn't. if he could feel the tiniest of dampness from her eyes whenever she adjusts her head in some way, it's probably all in his imagination. friends hug each other like this all time, after all. ]
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This might just be VR, a hyperrealistic projection of their thoughts and memories, but he swears he can still feel the warmth of her hand against his, the callouses of her fingers against his own equally rough skin. His eyes dip down and linger on the sight of their joined hands, the last of his smile slipping off his face to be as Ishmael twists his words around. And rightfully so; there's nothing incorrect about what she's said. ]
No, you're right. [ Slowly, solemnly. ] We shouldn't have had to go through what we did.
[ Even if he still doesn't know the full breadth of the horrors she'd seen, her actions and reactions now speak for themselves. More than the physical scars are the psychological ones carved deep into their souls, never fully able to heal despite the endless passage of time.
And yet....
His eyes linger on his hand another second before he carefully tugs it free. His fingers itch with the urge to thread through her hair and rest against her cheek. More than that, it would be so easy to close what little remaining distance there is between them and give in to the urge that's permanently lodged itself in the back of his mind. And so he does.
Just kidding, the intrusive thoughts don't win this time. He does, however, wrap both his arms around her, just tight enough for the hug to be recognized for what it is. There's still a bit of awkwardness to it, a lingering sense of stiffness from a lack of practice. ]
Even so, I'm glad you did persevere. The world is a brighter place with you in it.
[ Like literally because of her hair but also figuratively. ]
now THIS is heterosexual wagyu
besides, this hug has taken her by surprise either way. her eyes widen as she's engulfed in his arms, thankful that they're sitting down like this because her knees would've buckled from the sudden physical contact alone. wriothesley may feel awkward and stiff despite the effort, but the fact that he went all in without being requested to do so has melted her heart a little. even more so with those words whispered in her ear.
the world is a brighter place with you in it, he says. crazy to think that once upon a time, she'd had plans to vanish completely into the sea after she'd dealt with her own defined evils. if she'd gone through with it, if dante hadn't stopped her in the nick of time... she wouldn't be here in his arms today, being held like she's the most precious thing in the world.
she swallows, adjusting her head so that she's hiding his face on the crook of his neck. her hands gingerly come up to embrace him in return, fingernails digging into his back as she tries to hold it in. the first time they hugged, it was only out of convenience - to exchange body heat and nothing more. but now, this meant something a lot more, especially since she'd initially thought she'd never get to embrace someone like this again. ]
...Thank you.
[ she's so close to shifting onto his lap as she craves more of his touch, but im also going to hold back on that too :/
but if she sounds a little choked up just now, no you didn't. if he could feel the tiniest of dampness from her eyes whenever she adjusts her head in some way, it's probably all in his imagination. friends hug each other like this all time, after all. ]
For staying alive with me.
[ except... she wants more of him, now. ]