Folding his arms around her strong shoulders, ensuring that within the press of their minds he is larger than her. That he can fit his thighs around the full length of her spine — the fullness of her body, as he forms around her back and draws her back against him. As he grows larger and more engulfing, holding her like a small animal against his legs and belly as he strokes her dark hair and presses his mouth to the crown of her hair. A god is titanic, boundless in their wholeness, and this is as close as he gets to the pure fluidity of his form — the place within their minds, where reality cannot touch them. ]
I do not talk with him about you. I do not let him talk about you, either.
[ He does not willingly ask about Hayame, not with Sebastian. From her, he would. To her, he has brought information that is useful tactically. For her and Meridian, he continues to align himself with the demon and tease out information they can have, if they know how to ask. ]
And I have never, and will never laugh at you.
[ That much is true. In his heart, he wishes they had been quicker to bolster Hayame's inner strength. To preserve her fragile mind and keep her from shattering, but they could not; she is stubborn and affixed to her beliefs, and difficult to work with and speak with. But, he still sits with her. Holds her to his chest and murmurs into his hair, fingers following the painful bruises where she was bound and fought against her captor. The marks of her shame and terror, her attempts to fight — ]
You did not deserve this. And I will not let him push you into isolation, or away from me. I understand, how this feels. What you are trying to do, what things you are thinking and how badly you cannot trust — it happened to me, too.
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Folding his arms around her strong shoulders, ensuring that within the press of their minds he is larger than her. That he can fit his thighs around the full length of her spine — the fullness of her body, as he forms around her back and draws her back against him. As he grows larger and more engulfing, holding her like a small animal against his legs and belly as he strokes her dark hair and presses his mouth to the crown of her hair. A god is titanic, boundless in their wholeness, and this is as close as he gets to the pure fluidity of his form — the place within their minds, where reality cannot touch them. ]
I do not talk with him about you. I do not let him talk about you, either.
[ He does not willingly ask about Hayame, not with Sebastian. From her, he would. To her, he has brought information that is useful tactically. For her and Meridian, he continues to align himself with the demon and tease out information they can have, if they know how to ask. ]
And I have never, and will never laugh at you.
[ That much is true. In his heart, he wishes they had been quicker to bolster Hayame's inner strength. To preserve her fragile mind and keep her from shattering, but they could not; she is stubborn and affixed to her beliefs, and difficult to work with and speak with. But, he still sits with her. Holds her to his chest and murmurs into his hair, fingers following the painful bruises where she was bound and fought against her captor. The marks of her shame and terror, her attempts to fight — ]
You did not deserve this. And I will not let him push you into isolation, or away from me. I understand, how this feels. What you are trying to do, what things you are thinking and how badly you cannot trust — it happened to me, too.