[ When that hand moves, robotically their hand slides their knife back into its sheath under their cloak. Free their hand before their fear gets the better of them again. Think of the feel of flowers in their hand instead. Gentle and fragile.
Their expression shifts to something tired, but they peer at him as they listen. And it isn't as if they doubt his words. They've seen it before, from their friends - the very moment they could tell, that they loved them. They do believe Yves when he hands out that same love he shares with everyone. ]
It doesn't feel lonely with you. [ Not like back in Dormont. Back at the House. No repetitiveness of the loops to grind that loneliness into them but.. the comfort of that thought, does bring some loneliness, doesn't it? But the company of some of them, of Yves. Their heart flutters a little, and they promptly squash that feeling. No. ] ..Can you tell me something about you?
[ A change of subjects, but they would rather focus on Yves, not the mirrors that fade with their most recent memory. But also holds paw for a return mem if friend so chooses hehe. ]
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Their expression shifts to something tired, but they peer at him as they listen. And it isn't as if they doubt his words. They've seen it before, from their friends - the very moment they could tell, that they loved them. They do believe Yves when he hands out that same love he shares with everyone. ]
It doesn't feel lonely with you. [ Not like back in Dormont. Back at the House. No repetitiveness of the loops to grind that loneliness into them but.. the comfort of that thought, does bring some loneliness, doesn't it? But the company of some of them, of Yves. Their heart flutters a little, and they promptly squash that feeling. No. ] ..Can you tell me something about you?
[ A change of subjects, but they would rather focus on Yves, not the mirrors that fade with their most recent memory. But also holds paw for a return mem if friend so chooses hehe. ]