[ For a moment they tense, uncertain, unsure, not because of their injuries - but because part of them wants so desperately this connection, even as arms hesitate to wrap around. As if unsure if it's okay.
Uncertain as they tuck their face against her shoulder, after everything will they remember this? Later, after they can convince and reassure that they're fine, would they still be hugged? Like they're important? Like they're something?
They release a quiet breath. And if this is a dream, they'd like to stay asleep just a bit longer. ]
[ It's hard to miss the way they freeze at that, to hear those words uttered so freely. The way it makes their heart do a silly little flutter, confused and.. almost disbelieving. Siffrin doesn't deserve it though. A love like hers.. there are so many other people who could deserve it more. If even a little.
How nice and warm it must be. Gently cradled by such words. But from them, who is too afraid to say such words out loud, afraid to make them real - afraid to even so much as whisper and end up with nothing.
Quietly, they sink a little, their expression twisting to something that doesn't believe that. How could anyone love someone that is barely a person? (Your friends, your family - they love you, don't they? You've seen it, haven't you?) Or.. is that too just wishful thinking. There's just the smallest of head shakes. ]
[ there are too many people who think they're undeserving of her love, and every time she fights tooth and nail to prove that they do. She may end up dying before she manages it, but her hope is that siffrin will someday believe in her love. ]
You don't have to accept it now, but if you could someday... that would make me happy.
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Uncertain as they tuck their face against her shoulder, after everything will they remember this? Later, after they can convince and reassure that they're fine, would they still be hugged? Like they're important? Like they're something?
They release a quiet breath. And if this is a dream, they'd like to stay asleep just a bit longer. ]
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I love you, Siffrin. If there's something else I want you to remember, it's that.
[ that they're someone she will embrace and think is important and that they're more than just anything, more than just something.
they're siffrin. ]
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How nice and warm it must be. Gently cradled by such words. But from them, who is too afraid to say such words out loud, afraid to make them real - afraid to even so much as whisper and end up with nothing.
Quietly, they sink a little, their expression twisting to something that doesn't believe that. How could anyone love someone that is barely a person? (Your friends, your family - they love you, don't they? You've seen it, haven't you?) Or.. is that too just wishful thinking. There's just the smallest of head shakes. ]
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You don't have to accept it now, but if you could someday... that would make me happy.