This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world
This was how they did things, it seemed. Heart wrenching confessions and secrets revealed, until someone caved and needed reassuring. A moment of fun, of laughter and lighthearted banter... And then off it went again. Whether it was a sign of trust or a testiment to the burdens they carried already, Seren couldn't help but wonder if the soothing hands around her face was something she should learn to rely on. Or if she would be better off learning not to cry in the first place. At least, there was something about the gentleness of Sah's thumbs smoothing away dampness from her skin that she might find herself growing addicted to.
Seren really hoped he would not end up regretting his decision to be her friend. Because she did not seem to have the strength of will necessary to push him away. Not when he spoke of learning about one another like he meant to stay.
Slender fingers rose up to wrap around his wrists. Not to pull his hands away - just to hold on, and maybe steady herself. His pulse under her fingertips reminded her that this was real. Strange... She never needed proof of that before. Something about this whole situation was drawing heat to her face, the blush faint and softened by the dusky evening.
"I'm... glad I can be anything at all to you," she all but whispered. His nervousness was infectious, and her own heart was beating faster because of it. It was easy to forget that they were surrounded by people. "Thank you. For being my friend. I don't actually have that many... so it really does mean a lot to me." Of the people around her of her own age, only Maeve was closer. Not that such things could be measured.
Seren really hoped he would not end up regretting his decision to be her friend. Because she did not seem to have the strength of will necessary to push him away. Not when he spoke of learning about one another like he meant to stay.
Slender fingers rose up to wrap around his wrists. Not to pull his hands away - just to hold on, and maybe steady herself. His pulse under her fingertips reminded her that this was real. Strange... She never needed proof of that before. Something about this whole situation was drawing heat to her face, the blush faint and softened by the dusky evening.
"I'm... glad I can be anything at all to you," she all but whispered. His nervousness was infectious, and her own heart was beating faster because of it. It was easy to forget that they were surrounded by people. "Thank you. For being my friend. I don't actually have that many... so it really does mean a lot to me." Of the people around her of her own age, only Maeve was closer. Not that such things could be measured.
Seren
