( because what does she live for if not swallowing her own, unimportant hurts and trying to help others?
shiro's fingers curl around her own, and a driving need to look anywhere other than his face — to regroup, to rally, to distract herself with the lines in their knuckles and the dirt under their fingernails instead of toeing the line of crying. not exactly a stranger to the miraculous grounding sensation that being so loosely tethered to another human being provided, it's still something to marvel at. unconsciously, she stokes her thumb along his knuckles. it's a borrowed motion, an instinct. )
I'm sorry. ( and those two, small, repetitive words are choked with so much more than cordial platitudes. i'm sorry, i get it, i wish this hadn't happened. i know. even if she didn't know the man they collectively mourned, couldn't parse what sort of relationship lavellan and shiro had shared, she knows. )
I'm sorry I can't do what you did for me before. I've never flown.
( would it even help? the edges of shiro's grief seem haphazardly stitched back together for the time being, but clarke craves healing. )
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( because what does she live for if not swallowing her own, unimportant hurts and trying to help others?
shiro's fingers curl around her own, and a driving need to look anywhere other than his face — to regroup, to rally, to distract herself with the lines in their knuckles and the dirt under their fingernails instead of toeing the line of crying. not exactly a stranger to the miraculous grounding sensation that being so loosely tethered to another human being provided, it's still something to marvel at. unconsciously, she stokes her thumb along his knuckles. it's a borrowed motion, an instinct. )
I'm sorry. ( and those two, small, repetitive words are choked with so much more than cordial platitudes. i'm sorry, i get it, i wish this hadn't happened. i know. even if she didn't know the man they collectively mourned, couldn't parse what sort of relationship lavellan and shiro had shared, she knows. )
I'm sorry I can't do what you did for me before. I've never flown.
( would it even help? the edges of shiro's grief seem haphazardly stitched back together for the time being, but clarke craves healing. )