Affect from this source proved daunting, reached beyond his own level of comprehension, and oft served to overwhelm. Here, Nigredo received a rare facet: a soothing effect in a rush of clarity, a brother reacting not to trauma but to an honest attempt. Nigredo watched with open eyes as his waveform reached across the short gap to touch. To reassure. There existed unspilled tears, and in truth, the younger wanted Albedo smiling. Happy to reflect what was seen in waveform and mind.
"Don't worry about me," he murmured gently. Regardless of limitations, he would be fine. This was worth a headache, no? "I'll be okay." Pain would always shift and fade, but...
But among the myriad of sentiments, there lay an echoing emotion. The acknowledgment of a need, one Nigredo had held close and never wished to say. Had swallowed his pride and offered it to his brother in the face of loss. Once, twice--he couldn't count.
He saw the truth of what had been said before, and it broke something in him to consider it. Nigredo blinked and allowed his countenance to crumble. {Yeah,} he agreed. {You're with me. You've always been with me.} For as long as they had known, even as their sights had been elsewhere.
The fact that his brother replied instead of sent showed that he was listening to him enough to do as he asked. That was perhaps enough... A show of change, but. Don't worry about him? That was faulty, and even Nigredo should know it. Albedo looked pained, then shifted to something younger. A strange mutation of a pout. "I can worry if I want to." You're important, went unsaid, but it claimed itself as obvious with a link vibrating between them.
As were other things. Things he understood Nigredo saw without even trying. But Albedo didn't look away. A complete give was beyond him, but he wouldn't hide what lay there to see. As Nigredo said. Albedo was with him. Right now. He swallowed, blinking, then took a breath and straightened, a hand moving to pet his brother's hair. {You can rest if you want. I'll stay here.}
He would give him the right to worry. Nigredo would concede in the face of his pride for he supposed Albedo spoke the truth. "...Alright," Nigredo told him. Volume was sorely lacking, but the youngest was trying to acquiesce. "As long you know I'll be fine." Somehow, he would live. As fractured as everything was, he would continue.
There was a shift, and he pressed his face closer to cloth and warmth. This seemed enough for fatigue to return, for drugs to seep in and take hold. His brother gave his promise, and Nigredo hummed in acknowledgment. In thought.
Before he closed his eyes, he offered a phrase. A phrase spoken multiple times in the past, but it meant a little differently here. A penance, perhaps. {Good night, Albedo.}
"Don't worry about me," he murmured gently. Regardless of limitations, he would be fine. This was worth a headache, no? "I'll be okay." Pain would always shift and fade, but...
But among the myriad of sentiments, there lay an echoing emotion. The acknowledgment of a need, one Nigredo had held close and never wished to say. Had swallowed his pride and offered it to his brother in the face of loss. Once, twice--he couldn't count.
He saw the truth of what had been said before, and it broke something in him to consider it. Nigredo blinked and allowed his countenance to crumble. {Yeah,} he agreed. {You're with me. You've always been with me.} For as long as they had known, even as their sights had been elsewhere.
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As were other things. Things he understood Nigredo saw without even trying. But Albedo didn't look away. A complete give was beyond him, but he wouldn't hide what lay there to see. As Nigredo said. Albedo was with him. Right now. He swallowed, blinking, then took a breath and straightened, a hand moving to pet his brother's hair. {You can rest if you want. I'll stay here.}
A line given in multiples and meant in each way.
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There was a shift, and he pressed his face closer to cloth and warmth. This seemed enough for fatigue to return, for drugs to seep in and take hold. His brother gave his promise, and Nigredo hummed in acknowledgment. In thought.
Before he closed his eyes, he offered a phrase. A phrase spoken multiple times in the past, but it meant a little differently here. A penance, perhaps. {Good night, Albedo.}
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