[ And they're both just so awkward aren't they? She has no real world experience what the brood has given her, and he's well -- a demon that seemed as lonely as she was. He's more human right now than she's seen him when he's gloating of his gluttony at least. Sitting stiff beside her, she regards him quietly, and awkward as she is, has been ( Lexa, but she's really not thinking about that right now ), she is determined.
Instead, she shifts, pressing her shoulder to his, she's not exactly tall, and sitting down that didn't change much. Her arms come around his shoulder then -- and she knows how much she wants for these sorts of things, and rather like this, there's no helping the connection, lets him settle against her with a tug in, to press his face against her shoulder, turning her own into his hair as carefully as he'd allow. Shifting herself to brace his weight against her. More than that, to her the connection is no more than an extension of herself, and she is always shifting, not defined. Rather she moulds herself as a place to rest now, flings the corridors of her mind open wide for him to settle into -- connection, what it was to be brood, that intangible wholeness that was being chipped away at, little by little.
Softer this time, an echo in her mind, as she pries herself open for him to settle against, whatever it cost her so be it. It's the only surety she can give at the moment, it is the only one she has. ]
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Instead, she shifts, pressing her shoulder to his, she's not exactly tall, and sitting down that didn't change much. Her arms come around his shoulder then -- and she knows how much she wants for these sorts of things, and rather like this, there's no helping the connection, lets him settle against her with a tug in, to press his face against her shoulder, turning her own into his hair as carefully as he'd allow. Shifting herself to brace his weight against her. More than that, to her the connection is no more than an extension of herself, and she is always shifting, not defined. Rather she moulds herself as a place to rest now, flings the corridors of her mind open wide for him to settle into -- connection, what it was to be brood, that intangible wholeness that was being chipped away at, little by little.
Softer this time, an echo in her mind, as she pries herself open for him to settle against, whatever it cost her so be it. It's the only surety she can give at the moment, it is the only one she has. ]
( we're still here. )