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[Closed] Aftermath

Who: Mira and CR
When: End of January and to beginning of February
Where: Various Places, listed in the starters.
What: Aftermath of the Snatched Event, various things with CR
Warnings: CW from talks of torture, kidnapping, injuring, and just feels. Also, Major Shadowbringers Spoilers

Things for the aftermath of the Snatched Event. Get ready for some fucking feels, fam.

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[It's why she asked first instead of forcing it. Why she keeps up her barriers because he doesn't need to feel the fear she had, the weariness she still carries with her for the lack of rest she refused to take. Even after Vanitas made her rest, it didn't last long because her body decided to scream at her to wake up.

Gods, if he ever learns how she acted at the Coven before she speaks on it. Mira knew it was bad but dammit did that missing Bond wasn't just numb then but painful. She may have said that it is for everyone taken, and true to an extent, but she did have a personal stake in it.

...why did it hurt her so? It would be easier to blame the Bond for making her emotions go haywire but...was it that simple?]

...do you wish me to stay with you for a time?

[A question yes but in reality: 'I don't want to leave' is her actual words behind it.]

[If he does ever find out or feel the extent of it... he really won't know what to do with it. To face knowing that amount of effort and worry had been spent on him--

On an enemy, one she'd already been willing to kill. To still care, despite knowing that if it came to it, they would always sacrifice the other in order to save their respective peoples.

Emet-Selch doesn't answer immediately, or even seem to have heard. But eventually, he shifts to find a secure place to put his mug down, before turning back to face Mira. Though guarded, his gaze is less cold- but a little lost, somehow, and tired.]

Stay.

[And because somehow, it felt necessary--]

Please.

[How can she say no after that? She shifts to face him, giving a small smile in reply as a way to try and counter just how tired he must feel. It's why she hasn't complained about her own, it's nothing compared to what he has been through.]

I would for as long as you wish.

[Both hands let go of the sheets as one slowly reaches for a hand to touch. Just to let him know that she is here for him.]

[Though he doesn't return her smile, Emet-Selch does take her hand, fingers lightly brushing against hers.]

...Would you stay for a few hours during the night, for a time? It's not been entirely easy to remain asleep for very long- and perhaps the company would help.

[To not be reminded of being back in that place, his greatest company the interminable waiting for death--

But partially for Mira's sake as well. He completely suspects she's not been taking care of herself at all, and if she can get a couple hours of daily not-moving time... well, it's better than nothing.

Moreover, just- quietly being together after everything that had happened- it might provide its own sort of healing.]

[He'd be right on the lack of her own self care; minus the bare essentials, Mira's efforts went into everyone else's wellbeing. She didn't need to worry about herself because she was fine. ~~Lies~~ As his fingers brush against hers, Mira brings his hand up to kiss his knuckles.]

For you, I would.

[They can both use the time together. It's been hell and just being in a close proximity might...help somehow. She's never done something like this before, but ever since becoming Bonded with the ascian, there's been a lot of new things and emotions Mira's been experiencing.]

[But if you collapse Mira, that does no one any good at all. But he calms the smallest bit at the kiss to his hand; small gestures like that he did tend to appreciate more than most.]

You're quite convincing, sometimes.

[Shifting over slightly, he half-curls against her side, resting his head against her shoulder. It wasn't the most comfortable position, honestly, his ribs did not like this at all, but the contact was possibly worth it.]

I can almost believe you.

[It'll be fine. She's fine. But at more contact, Mira has to wonder if he was feeling alright. Magical as the world is, he is still greatly injured. The Warrior however, has an idea.

Besides, she's not going to respond to that remark. Let her actions speak instead if her feelings cannot.]

Wait. Allow me.

[She holds him steady as she shifts herself so she is lying down on her back instead. And then, Mira gently brings Hades down with her, back to his head resting on her shoulder again.]

There. Feel better?

[The Ascian waits patiently for her to settle again, then lets himself be guided down, resting on his side, leaning against Mira's own.

This was somewhat better. Though the actual process of settling was uncomfortable, and he was generally achey no matter what, this was no more painful than any other position. Fortunately it was his better arm that was under him, while the weaker one he could drape loosely across her. Burrowing his head into her shoulder, he muffles a sigh against it.]

...It's no worse, at least.

[If she can be some kind of small soothing balm, Mira would try it. Touch seems to be the best for them right now as she lets her fingers run through his hair gently.]

Just let me know if it gets too much for you. I want you to be able to rest.

[Besides, being a Warrior shaped pillow isn't a bad job.]

[If not a balm to apply, she was soothing nonetheless. It was hard to go wrong with a hair stroke and the warmth of her company. Touch likely was the most effective option; words were far easier to twist, misinterpret, discard.

It was like when she'd arrived with the others to save him; actions were more difficult to deny.]

Just stay where you are, and I'll be able to.

[Mumbled against her. For being so strong she was also very soft.]

[Just don't tell her she's soft, she'll go very red and try to deny it like he and Vanitas do about positive feelings.]

I'll do my best.

[It's nothing but touching from her end; the closeness of her body to Hades's own, the stroking of his hair and quiet grip of her other in his weaker hand draped across her form, and her lips barely touching his head in reassurance. Like trying to drape a warm familiar blanket to just be a reminder that everything will be alright. She cannot promise that evils will try and cause harm again but she can try to defend.

She can't help but wonder...he means that much to her and in a certain span of time...perhaps there is some good in this place despite what has happened.]

[They all have their weak points, be it softness or positivity.

But Emet-Selch doesn't respond this time, eyes closed, trying to focus only on those small pieces of physical contact. The sound and feeling of her breath. That strange feeling of being protected by her presence alone. He'd never been protected nor needed protection before. And what an absurd place to find it....

But, somehow, bit by bit, his remaining tension begins to fade. While he'd be far less sure that there was any good to be found in this world- moments like this, despite the horrors that preceded them, were a consolation.]

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