Ebbing, and flowing, and pushed by a breeze,
I live to make you free~
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Her eyelids tightened, shutting out the light, shutting out the ruby and violet eyes that peered at her. Though his face was expressionless - A blank canvas, disturbingly empty - His eyes spoke of some sort of confusion. He couldn't understand what she was saying; What she so desperately wanted to ask him, and thus her futile attempts became urgent, unstable.
His hand pulled away, firmly but not roughly, and she was left whispering silent pleas to the nothingness of empty air. Eyes fluttered open in pained surprise; For a moment he had left her alone, in the darkness behind her eyelids where the monsters still lived. A one-word command was caught by large, satellite ears, and the girl stilled immediately; Something about the dominance yet gentleness to his tone reached past the quivering despair and pulled up an old obedience. Her rounded eyes watched him widely, hanging on that word. Stop. Two golden hands clasped her own, and engorged pupils lingered on the union, momentarily enthralled with how warm his palms were, with how well the soft blush of her own matched the pure gold of his.
The voice came again; Soft, as his voice had always been, yet undeniably strong nonetheless. Like a rift in deep water; His voice had the power to penetrate the silly panic of her mind, the flighty impulse within her to flee from this failure. Thick lashes fluttered in response, and all of a sudden she sighed, deflated. A calmness seemed to settle over the girl's doll-like features; her chipped and cracked porcelain receding into relaxation from the pain that had stolen over it previously.
It was not an answer, but a message. He would wait - He would teach her the value of patience. She would not lose him yet.
A familiar urge scooted her form toward him, and gingerly, the girl attempted to curl against his chest. The contact she craved was frightening, and yet subliminally, she needed it; Needed it to be able to move on. Once, she had enjoyed listening to his heartbeat without the cold fear curling in her stomach - Perhaps, one day, she would be able to do so again.
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