okay it doesn't even matter he just drops down to his knee right in front of her, voice aching when he speaks, rough. there's reassurance there, in his expression, mixed with worry and a sadness of his own, too. ]
...Yeah. Yeah, Metie. I'm okay.
[ and then just scoops his tiny bird daughter up in a big, tight hug. ]
[ because there is a relief, that he is okay. and oh, how he's warm and here. ( not cold, no longer here- a distant thought reminds her. ) arms wrap tightly back around him, burying her face as her smaller body trembles in his hold.
since he's this close, and he's helped preen her feathers before, he'll easily be able to notice that some of them aren't that vibrant blue.. some are a duller color... tinting almost grey. not all of them, but certainly a few. ]
for all that vax can be awkward and stilting in these situations, there's maybe nothing that touches his heart so fiercely as losing family. he was meteion's - at least the age she appears when he lost his mother, after all, and at least he'd had vex'ahlia, then. they had each other to lean on. if he can be here for her in the same way, then that is the best vax can do.
his hand comes up to curl gently in her hair, holding her pressed to his chest. ]
... yeah. 'm glad you're safe, Metie. [ quietly, that same ache in his low voice. ] But... you don't have to be okay, yeah? It's okay, not to be okay right now. I'm not.
[ buzen was his friend, after all - someone he pretty much immediately made camaraderie with, someone he had so many things in common with. he's not afraid of death, not afraid of dying, and he knows buzen wasn't either, but...
...well. you can say it doesn't affect you all you like, but sometimes, you're only human. ]
[ me coming into this game: i can't wait on trauma for meteion me now: i'm being hurt and sad? who is traumatizing my bird?
a wing curls around that hand, pressing closer to him as a hand grips almost desperately at a handful of his coat. a whimper escapes her, trying to hold back from crying any more than she already has. ]
I'm... I'm not.. okay. I'm not. [ it hurts even more to admit that. ] I miss him.. already. [ a gasping sound escapes her, like she's struggling to breathe. it's so fresh. it keeps coming back to her- the scene in front of her. the sight of the blood- the blood. red, everywhere, and his body resting there.. there the whole time.
a nausea rocks through her, trembling. she shakes her head, trying to think of something else. ] Bu... Bu-chan wouldn't want us to be sad though. He would want us to think of.. the good memories. Of the fun times we had with him.
[ it's so, so hard to witness this and know there's little to do to help. even closure, even answers, won't necessarily do anything to save that sorrow, especially for someone as empathetic as meteion. his fingers tighten a little when hers does, his grip a little stronger, and as meteion trembles, he pulls the edge of his cloak up and around her, like a blanket.
good memories, huh.
vax makes a soft noise of agreement as meteion talks, and shifts a little to rest his chin on her head, noting those graying wings but saying nothing of it. ]
...I talked to him about this a little, last week. We've got something in common, me and Bu. [ as he shifts a little, he rocks her gently. ] He said...as long as someone remembers you, then you still exist, even when you're gone. I liked that: meant a lot to me, too.
So, it's gonna be up to all of us to remember him. Think you can do that?
[ she buries against him, blanketed by that coat, wings folding closer to herself as she feels the weight atop her head. but it is not heavy. it is comforting, it is warm. it's reassuring. a reminder someone is here.
a steady heartbeat that tells her they're alive. ]
..He told me too. At the time, I assured him, I would always remember him. Because he was here, he was real, he was warm and he existed. [ he was so very, very real. ]
..I can. I will. Even when [ if, her emotions supply ] I return back to Elpis... I'll tell them about him too. I'll keep his memory.
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okay it doesn't even matter he just drops down to his knee right in front of her, voice aching when he speaks, rough. there's reassurance there, in his expression, mixed with worry and a sadness of his own, too. ]
...Yeah. Yeah, Metie. I'm okay.
[ and then just scoops his tiny bird daughter up in a big, tight hug. ]
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[ because there is a relief, that he is okay. and oh, how he's warm and here. ( not cold, no longer here- a distant thought reminds her. ) arms wrap tightly back around him, burying her face as her smaller body trembles in his hold.
since he's this close, and he's helped preen her feathers before, he'll easily be able to notice that some of them aren't that vibrant blue.. some are a duller color... tinting almost grey. not all of them, but certainly a few. ]
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for all that vax can be awkward and stilting in these situations, there's maybe nothing that touches his heart so fiercely as losing family. he was meteion's - at least the age she appears when he lost his mother, after all, and at least he'd had vex'ahlia, then. they had each other to lean on. if he can be here for her in the same way, then that is the best vax can do.
his hand comes up to curl gently in her hair, holding her pressed to his chest. ]
... yeah. 'm glad you're safe, Metie. [ quietly, that same ache in his low voice. ] But... you don't have to be okay, yeah? It's okay, not to be okay right now. I'm not.
[ buzen was his friend, after all - someone he pretty much immediately made camaraderie with, someone he had so many things in common with. he's not afraid of death, not afraid of dying, and he knows buzen wasn't either, but...
...well. you can say it doesn't affect you all you like, but sometimes, you're only human. ]
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me now: i'm being hurt and sad? who is traumatizing my bird?
a wing curls around that hand, pressing closer to him as a hand grips almost desperately at a handful of his coat. a whimper escapes her, trying to hold back from crying any more than she already has. ]
I'm... I'm not.. okay. I'm not. [ it hurts even more to admit that. ] I miss him.. already. [ a gasping sound escapes her, like she's struggling to breathe. it's so fresh. it keeps coming back to her- the scene in front of her. the sight of the blood- the blood. red, everywhere, and his body resting there.. there the whole time.
a nausea rocks through her, trembling. she shakes her head, trying to think of something else. ] Bu... Bu-chan wouldn't want us to be sad though. He would want us to think of.. the good memories. Of the fun times we had with him.
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good memories, huh.
vax makes a soft noise of agreement as meteion talks, and shifts a little to rest his chin on her head, noting those graying wings but saying nothing of it. ]
...I talked to him about this a little, last week. We've got something in common, me and Bu. [ as he shifts a little, he rocks her gently. ] He said...as long as someone remembers you, then you still exist, even when you're gone. I liked that: meant a lot to me, too.
So, it's gonna be up to all of us to remember him. Think you can do that?
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a steady heartbeat that tells her they're alive. ]
..He told me too. At the time, I assured him, I would always remember him. Because he was here, he was real, he was warm and he existed. [ he was so very, very real. ]
..I can. I will. Even when [ if, her emotions supply ] I return back to Elpis... I'll tell them about him too. I'll keep his memory.