NIER
She was suspicious, this Heartfire. He could feel the grasping fingers of her intuition trying to search for him, seek him out. The one that didn't belong. His hidden presence itched at her senses, made it hard for her to concentrate completely on their conversation. Her response was absent-minded. Hehe, I am distracting, aren't I? Don't you want to see just how all-consuming I can be? Silence and wicked thoughts. Nothing but a secret cheshire grin for the bold one with the searching mind.
And then another joined. A gray. Ah, but not just any gray, was it? He knew this one. If fate existed he might blame it. He could feel her presence pulling at him, eating at him as it had for the passed few days since the last time he'd seen her. Hiding in his mind as he hid in life.
That tease.
It was almost gradual, the crack in Tirzah's exterior. Her sister. It didn't seem to be such a fine reunion, for her at least. He glanced at Romantica curiously, wondering what evil she'd done to cause this reaction from her pretty sibling. The chestnut denied her, claiming it a sick joke. It must have been a cruel one indeed to gain such a strong reaction. Old hurt painted her face, slumped her shoulders and weighed so heavily on her spine. It was clear she battled with accepting it was truly her sister. Probably mixed emotions tearing her from the inside. So perfectly broken. A very deep wound was now bleeding out before him.
He was at her side and so he didn't have to move.
..you are safe, he said confidently under his breath, softer than a whisper, almost to himself. Meant for her ears alone. His voice cradled gently around her like a security blanket, protective and calm. He wasn't sure she would even hear it, perhaps it had been too quiet, but he decided touching her would only confuse her more. Cracking the poor thing further wouldn't help; she might slip away into mindless mutterings at this rate. No, this would take a more gentle approach. A steady hand. She needed more care. He could do that.
She might be worth it in the end.
And then another joined. A gray. Ah, but not just any gray, was it? He knew this one. If fate existed he might blame it. He could feel her presence pulling at him, eating at him as it had for the passed few days since the last time he'd seen her. Hiding in his mind as he hid in life.
That tease.
It was almost gradual, the crack in Tirzah's exterior. Her sister. It didn't seem to be such a fine reunion, for her at least. He glanced at Romantica curiously, wondering what evil she'd done to cause this reaction from her pretty sibling. The chestnut denied her, claiming it a sick joke. It must have been a cruel one indeed to gain such a strong reaction. Old hurt painted her face, slumped her shoulders and weighed so heavily on her spine. It was clear she battled with accepting it was truly her sister. Probably mixed emotions tearing her from the inside. So perfectly broken. A very deep wound was now bleeding out before him.
He was at her side and so he didn't have to move.
..you are safe, he said confidently under his breath, softer than a whisper, almost to himself. Meant for her ears alone. His voice cradled gently around her like a security blanket, protective and calm. He wasn't sure she would even hear it, perhaps it had been too quiet, but he decided touching her would only confuse her more. Cracking the poor thing further wouldn't help; she might slip away into mindless mutterings at this rate. No, this would take a more gentle approach. A steady hand. She needed more care. He could do that.
She might be worth it in the end.