The words hang in his head, a weight sinking into his stomach. Given everything he's pieced together so far, the first thing he can think of is the one she's really waiting for, wishing it was someone else in his place. He can't blame her for that, for wanting her connections from home. And if he hadn't realized so many things by now, this shouldn't have mattered—all it should have roused was a sense of pity and sympathy. Instead it just sends those frayed threads spinning and tangling all the more, making him question and doubt what he should be doing. Enough to push away from that line.
But the sound of her sobs pull him back to it. It's just him and her in this space, especially now. And he could ignore her. Could just keep her like this and do nothing more, let her just cry it out and give the minimum comfort like this. In the past he could have done so easily, but now...
Without really thinking, driven purely by the sound of her cries and the flux of his heart, Eustace brings his hand to Tifa's tear stained cheek, thumb first brushing over them before he pulls her face up so that his lips lightly touch the tops of her eyelid and then to the corner, lightly kissing it. His fingertips brush against her skin to thread through her hair as he stares down at her, his eyes carrying a weight of unknown emotions.
And before she can question him, his lips find hers, pulling her into rough kiss as if trying to pull her away from everything, from everything that's plaguing her.]
I can't stop it. [His voice is hoarse whisper as he breathes her in, every chain of resolve he had tried to fasten breaking with every fast beat of his heart.] But I'll take you away from it.
[Even if it's just a temporary escape, sometimes even that much is necessary. To be forced away from the soul sucking pits they find themselves trapped in so they can try to deal with it again later. Or, in this case, possibly create a new one or worsen it. But if they do, he won't let her be in there alone.
And maybe he's out of his mind right now, losing his resolve to stand back. But how can he? How could anyone hold back when someone they care about is hurting so much? And perhaps, in the back of his mind, a voice that he's been trying to ignore whispers—
Why can't it be him?
While he would have some answers—excuses—later, right now he's not thinking about them. The only thing on his mind right now is the young woman in his arms and comfort her in any way he can.]
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The words hang in his head, a weight sinking into his stomach. Given everything he's pieced together so far, the first thing he can think of is the one she's really waiting for, wishing it was someone else in his place. He can't blame her for that, for wanting her connections from home. And if he hadn't realized so many things by now, this shouldn't have mattered—all it should have roused was a sense of pity and sympathy. Instead it just sends those frayed threads spinning and tangling all the more, making him question and doubt what he should be doing. Enough to push away from that line.
But the sound of her sobs pull him back to it. It's just him and her in this space, especially now. And he could ignore her. Could just keep her like this and do nothing more, let her just cry it out and give the minimum comfort like this. In the past he could have done so easily, but now...
Without really thinking, driven purely by the sound of her cries and the flux of his heart, Eustace brings his hand to Tifa's tear stained cheek, thumb first brushing over them before he pulls her face up so that his lips lightly touch the tops of her eyelid and then to the corner, lightly kissing it. His fingertips brush against her skin to thread through her hair as he stares down at her, his eyes carrying a weight of unknown emotions.
And before she can question him, his lips find hers, pulling her into rough kiss as if trying to pull her away from everything, from everything that's plaguing her.]
I can't stop it. [His voice is hoarse whisper as he breathes her in, every chain of resolve he had tried to fasten breaking with every fast beat of his heart.] But I'll take you away from it.
[Even if it's just a temporary escape, sometimes even that much is necessary. To be forced away from the soul sucking pits they find themselves trapped in so they can try to deal with it again later. Or, in this case, possibly create a new one or worsen it. But if they do, he won't let her be in there alone.
And maybe he's out of his mind right now, losing his resolve to stand back. But how can he? How could anyone hold back when someone they care about is hurting so much? And perhaps, in the back of his mind, a voice that he's been trying to ignore whispers—
Why can't it be him?
While he would have some answers—excuses—later, right now he's not thinking about them. The only thing on his mind right now is the young woman in his arms and comfort her in any way he can.]