No. [ He's ... deflecting again. Taken some time, taken getting to know that sharp way he flicks things off. Not very much like her, not so open, can count it, on one hand, the time she's seen him ever look like this. It might be easier for them both, if she did the same back. Say something sharp tongued in return - jealous of your own son already?
But it wouldn't take back what he had said, wouldn't change that look, so chokingly painful to know. Won't take the words back.
Not enough - not enough until she's sure, sure that he'll never think again that he might lose her. won't let him hide it away, either, even if he can't stand to let it see the light of day. Directs herself, hooking herself to slide into his lap, her knees settling to either side of his hips. Like that, like that, such quiet things do not have to reach so far out of them. Secrets like this, are best in corners, where she can protect him, like she promised. That tug of her own ribs apart to keep him there, if she could. Close to her own heart, that middle of herself that is his, now. Can't manage, so she settles for the closest that she can. Her arms over his shoulder, pressing her chest to his as she curls about him. Warm and sure and safe. An easy place where in the early hours, there is no staff, no family, no one at all to watch them and she can offer all of it to him.
Sometimes, she thinks, to be Vor, is to live life in these corners. These sharp turns to hide vulnerability, warmth, these mortal fears that they can not express. Save in places where no one can witness it at all. ]
Will you look at me? [ So simple a thing to ask, how hard it could be to do. ]
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But it wouldn't take back what he had said, wouldn't change that look, so chokingly painful to know. Won't take the words back.
Not enough - not enough until she's sure, sure that he'll never think again that he might lose her. won't let him hide it away, either, even if he can't stand to let it see the light of day. Directs herself, hooking herself to slide into his lap, her knees settling to either side of his hips. Like that, like that, such quiet things do not have to reach so far out of them. Secrets like this, are best in corners, where she can protect him, like she promised. That tug of her own ribs apart to keep him there, if she could. Close to her own heart, that middle of herself that is his, now. Can't manage, so she settles for the closest that she can. Her arms over his shoulder, pressing her chest to his as she curls about him. Warm and sure and safe. An easy place where in the early hours, there is no staff, no family, no one at all to watch them and she can offer all of it to him.
Sometimes, she thinks, to be Vor, is to live life in these corners. These sharp turns to hide vulnerability, warmth, these mortal fears that they can not express. Save in places where no one can witness it at all. ]
Will you look at me? [ So simple a thing to ask, how hard it could be to do. ]