Saya ● Twenty-Two

[sweeperesque]

Characters: Saya & Matthew shut up
Location: ... somewhere? where is this cr-
Time: not too long after this. so~ backdated a bit!
Style: FIRST FOR SPEED, DEAREST-
Status: closed at the moment asdl;fj

[It’s some kind of miracle that she pulled herself together. Oh, the tell-tale signs are still there. Her eyes remain rimmed with red, her voice

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[redcloakedthief]

[And then he is there. He doesn't pause; his breathing is ragging and the SFC is clenched almost painfully in one fist and he doesn't stop until he is right there and--

Screw personal space, because she's hurting as much as he is and--

stupid stupid stupid how could he have been so stupid

And then he is hugging her, eyes clenched tightly shut, trying to ignore the little voice telling him that he shouldn't be getting this close. It didn't matter right now.]

Saya--

[sweeperesque]

[In that first instance, she is completely rigid. It’s strange, to be held out of the blue- though her mind catches up when she realizes there’s only one person who could catch her so thoroughly off-guard.

And at first, she’s hesitant. This couldn’t possibly help either of them. There was far too much comfort in the action for it to be okay and this was a bad idea. She could just go mourn by herself now that it was clear that he was safe and wouldn’t end up like-

But no.

Instead she would ignore every thought and just hug him back. Though in her case, it’s far more of a cling than a hug.

She can’t bring herself to attempt at words. The shudders start up again, her vision blurs, and she buries her face into him. She’d have to apologize later for the tear stains on his cloak.

But for now… they’ve both suffered a great loss. And that’s all there is to it.]

[redcloakedthief]

[He takes a deep, shuddering breath. He has to bring himself to say this, but somehow it's easier this way, when he can't see her face.

His eyes are tightly shut.]

...I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[sweeperesque]

[. . . What?

No, that’s not fair. She was supposed to-

Or maybe neither of them were. Or maybe both of them-

Why did he always have to react first?

It’s only to shield her pride that she won’t look up and glare at him- her gaze would be far too watery to have the effect she wanted. So instead she balls her hand up into a fist and hits it against his chest, trying to take a big enough step back to squirm out of the hug, all while she brings up her other arm to wipe furiously at her eyes.]

Idiot. Why are you always such an idiot?