[ He's not the first one to pour into her, to wash over her with cool hand a soothing voice... All she thinks about is Noctis. He was filled with light and cool water that was perfect to relax to, to fall asleep to. Shouldn't she be going to him for this? No, she'd stopped pushing so deep into him after she'd tried to take over his mind, in full shrieking psychobitch mode she'd tried to make him part of her. Because she adored him, wanted him to know, and never wanted to lose him. Ever. Ever. Ever.
She exhales heavily, the weight of her anxiety sloshing back and forth between herself and Elliot. That anxiety of breaking everyone around her. The self-hate that made her want to drive them away before she could. The loneliness that made her reach anyway. The emptiness that couldn't ever be filled trying to devour everyone she reached.
Her eyelashes jerk as she blinks, almost like trying to shake it off, the last vestiges of resistance, trying to focus, but the resistance slips out of her. So does her guilt, the weight of all the death and pain and disappointment she doesn't know how to let go of. It's really too bad Elliot can feel it all. It's not a good time. ]
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She exhales heavily, the weight of her anxiety sloshing back and forth between herself and Elliot. That anxiety of breaking everyone around her. The self-hate that made her want to drive them away before she could. The loneliness that made her reach anyway. The emptiness that couldn't ever be filled trying to devour everyone she reached.
Her eyelashes jerk as she blinks, almost like trying to shake it off, the last vestiges of resistance, trying to focus, but the resistance slips out of her. So does her guilt, the weight of all the death and pain and disappointment she doesn't know how to let go of. It's really too bad Elliot can feel it all. It's not a good time. ]