♚ the blues they send to meet me won't defeat meoshutupJanuary 25 2009, 08:23:36 UTC
"Lucy," he said her full name and didn't ask or even give her a look that asked for permission before standing up again and pulling her into his arms, leaning down to rest his chin atop her head easily enough. "I'm not angry," he assured her first and then he leaned back, hands on her shoulders as he then brought his forehead to bump against hers lightly.
"Don't cry," he told her. "You were just trying to do what you were told," he sighed. "But don't think about this one." We'll manage, somehow, he mused before pulling back a bit, reaching out a hand to wipe some of the rather warm tears away. "We have lots to do," he decided upon the change of subject path. "What with Tianzi's New Year celebration and everything," he looped an arm about her shoulders, steering them both back toward the house at a steady but slow pace, watching her carefully. "Cheer up," he both told her and asked her at the same time.
Though her words had of course hurt, it was not because she said them. That pain was there regardless of someone bringing it up or not, and that was no one's fault, except perhaps his own.
♚ the blues they send to meet me won't defeat melionesscouchantJanuary 25 2009, 08:28:45 UTC
She wrapped her arms around him, giving him a hug that was tight and firm before she let him steer her back towards the house, her sobs escalating a bit when he told her he wasn't angry, then fading again as they walked. "Prince Charming said...he said that they would destroy worlds if we didn't do what they said and I..." she paused as he wiped her eyes, "...and I didn't know what to do..."
She heard the order in his voice and she knew that it wasn't because he was angry. She wondered, briefly, in a haze of tears and apologies if this counted as Peter making her cry. The thought caught in her chest. What a mess she had made! She gripped his hand tighter, looking up at him. "I really am sorry, Peter. I didn't want to make you cry. I just..."
She had felt like she had to. She knew that Peter understood, but it didn't make the pressure in her chest any less. He never would return. Just like Susan. How could that be? Lucy didn't understand.
"Don't cry," he told her. "You were just trying to do what you were told," he sighed. "But don't think about this one." We'll manage, somehow, he mused before pulling back a bit, reaching out a hand to wipe some of the rather warm tears away. "We have lots to do," he decided upon the change of subject path. "What with Tianzi's New Year celebration and everything," he looped an arm about her shoulders, steering them both back toward the house at a steady but slow pace, watching her carefully. "Cheer up," he both told her and asked her at the same time.
Though her words had of course hurt, it was not because she said them. That pain was there regardless of someone bringing it up or not, and that was no one's fault, except perhaps his own.
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She heard the order in his voice and she knew that it wasn't because he was angry. She wondered, briefly, in a haze of tears and apologies if this counted as Peter making her cry. The thought caught in her chest. What a mess she had made! She gripped his hand tighter, looking up at him. "I really am sorry, Peter. I didn't want to make you cry. I just..."
She had felt like she had to. She knew that Peter understood, but it didn't make the pressure in her chest any less. He never would return. Just like Susan. How could that be? Lucy didn't understand.
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