[ without another word, she moves into his arms and buries into it. the wings on either side of her head droop, but the ones at her lower back wrap around him as well. ]
I'm sorry, Vax.. It was.. a very hard day, wasn't it? [ she will gently kiss his forehead. ]
[ it's time for a wing hug. vax's wings are... melty, today - very much like this, and they occasionally drip onto the ground, but they're still warm and and attached, so he wraps them around meteion when she does the same, and then hugs her.
he's just glad it's not her, again, at least - the little mercies - and when he speaks, his voice is rough and tired. ]
...yeah. [ a little squeeze, at the forehead kiss - it reminds him so much of vex, for a moment, and he closes his eyes. ] Yeah.
[ something in Bass's world... with how her trip was last week, she can only imagine the worst, and the thought of it... black ink-like substance begins to ooze from her feathers. she doesn't want to think of the worst but- thursday is so, so hard,
she was trying to help. she was, but... what if it was wrong of her to do? she grows quiet, thinking, then with a soft sigh she starts to.. hum a soft melody. she eventually starts to sing. an airy lightly pitched tune, rarely any stuttering though there is a small pause now and then. ]
Deep, dark, far away.. I have heard your voice, weighed your every choice. Now our hands join round.. the meaning you sought. I'll catch your tears, quench your fears with joy, to your devotion. Where in time, all shall as hope be reborn.
[ gingerly, she pushes bits of his hair back, voice a bit shaky now. ] ..It's part of the song, I sang to Sunlight. I.. don't have another gumball, to help comfort but, I hope... it helps a little.
he's content just to stay there for a moment, closing his eyes, and just listening. thinking about home - about his mother, about his sister, and about the same fierce love he feels for the people here. vax listens, quietly, and lets meteion do as she likes.
she'll find his hair has more feathers in it too, like her own, among the usual texture of his dark hair.
eventually: ] ...you know, my best friend's a musician? He sings songs that do all kinds of shit for us, sometimes.
[ feathers in hair... as droopy as her wings are, they perk slightly at that, preening them gingerly. her head tilts only the slightest as a static ripples through her form. ]
All kinds of.. shit? [ you are a bad influence ] ..I learned a lot, about music, from Riff. He had told me.. music is really good for expressing things, you're not sure how to say.
It must be nice.. to have someone like that back home. [ your musician bestie!! ]
Stuff. [ he corrects, muttering - it's a little lighthearted, embarrassed. ]
... yeah. Your song and his're a lot different, but... [ like, a LOT different, considering.
but vax pulls back just a little to look at her more, and gives her a small smile. even if it's exhausted, it's genuine. ] ... means a lot. It's beautiful.
[ stuff...? she still looks a bit confused but, she focuses on the mention of song and smiles a little. ]
I.. like to think mine is, a song of hope. A.. gentle reminder, to keep holding on to it. [ there's still evidence of anxiety, worry in her, but she manages to keep that small smile for him. ]
Let's stay strong.. for tomorrow, okay? Whatever happens, we'll figure it out on Saturday, together. [ it still aches, to think that Bass will likely be in pain once her gumball wears off but... she'll do her best to comfort Vax here and now. a reminder that it'll be hard as it always is but- they have each other to rely on. ]
the gentle cheek thumb turns into a pinch. very, very gently. ]
Yeah, we sure fucking will. And then we'll look after all these people that got hurt, since they can't stay out of trouble! [ which includes you ma'am ]
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I'm sorry, Vax.. It was.. a very hard day, wasn't it? [ she will gently kiss his forehead. ]
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he's just glad it's not her, again, at least - the little mercies - and when he speaks, his voice is rough and tired. ]
...yeah. [ a little squeeze, at the forehead kiss - it reminds him so much of vex, for a moment, and he closes his eyes. ] Yeah.
You alright?
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imagine if meteion had been included. whew. she rests their foreheads together after, a frown settled. ]
...I'm okay. [ ... ] Was it.. wrong of me? To do.. what I did for Sunlight?
[ more quietly ] I.. I wanted to be able to comfort everyone, and.. reassure but, it's.. a bit hard. Thursday is always.. hard.
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... no, it wasn't.
[ quietly. ] I think he needed it. Emet just - he said he was in Bass's world. Must've seen something happen to him, there.
You were trying to help, Metie. [ and then, with a soft noise. ] ...Thursdays are hard.
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she was trying to help. she was, but... what if it was wrong of her to do? she grows quiet, thinking, then with a soft sigh she starts to.. hum a soft melody. she eventually starts to sing. an airy lightly pitched tune, rarely any stuttering though there is a small pause now and then. ]
Deep, dark, far away.. I have heard your voice, weighed your every choice. Now our hands join round.. the meaning you sought. I'll catch your tears, quench your fears with joy, to your devotion. Where in time, all shall as hope be reborn.
[ gingerly, she pushes bits of his hair back, voice a bit shaky now. ] ..It's part of the song, I sang to Sunlight. I.. don't have another gumball, to help comfort but, I hope... it helps a little.
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he's content just to stay there for a moment, closing his eyes, and just listening. thinking about home - about his mother, about his sister, and about the same fierce love he feels for the people here. vax listens, quietly, and lets meteion do as she likes.
she'll find his hair has more feathers in it too, like her own, among the usual texture of his dark hair.
eventually: ] ...you know, my best friend's a musician? He sings songs that do all kinds of shit for us, sometimes.
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All kinds of.. shit? [ you are a bad influence ] ..I learned a lot, about music, from Riff. He had told me.. music is really good for expressing things, you're not sure how to say.
It must be nice.. to have someone like that back home. [ your musician bestie!! ]
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oops ]
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... yeah. Your song and his're a lot different, but... [ like, a LOT different, considering.
but vax pulls back just a little to look at her more, and gives her a small smile. even if it's exhausted, it's genuine. ] ... means a lot. It's beautiful.
Thank you.
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I.. like to think mine is, a song of hope. A.. gentle reminder, to keep holding on to it. [ there's still evidence of anxiety, worry in her, but she manages to keep that small smile for him. ]
Mm... I like to see you happy, Vax.
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Should be me saying that about you, huh?
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I'll be okay.. one step at a time, right..?
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[ that's a good way to think about it. one foot in front of the other, one step at a time.
he thumbs her cheek, gently. ]
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Let's stay strong.. for tomorrow, okay? Whatever happens, we'll figure it out on Saturday, together. [ it still aches, to think that Bass will likely be in pain once her gumball wears off but... she'll do her best to comfort Vax here and now. a reminder that it'll be hard as it always is but- they have each other to rely on. ]
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the gentle cheek thumb turns into a pinch. very, very gently. ]
Yeah, we sure fucking will. And then we'll look after all these people that got hurt, since they can't stay out of trouble! [ which includes you ma'am ]