[ Were it up to him, he'd spare her from having to see him this way. That's how it's always worked. But Messer can't turn around and walk away from this one. He no longer has the luxury of baring his back to her in an unspoken show of trust, and more than that, protection. Protection against the entropy rampaging through him, the grip of the Var, and all its points of collapse. Silently protecting that which has protected him, all this time. He'd given that up the moment he'd asked her to sing for him. A moment he hadn't had the time of think of as too little, too late.
On the scale of things, that scale on which the notes of her voice have always resonated, Messer thinks that leaving Kaname speechless should have gone much, much differently. Her eyes flash before disappearing as she lowers her head, and the thought curves through him... don't cry. Not for him.
His gaze levels on her, the shock of red vibrant against the sheets and the strange, ashy color of his own skin. Beyond that, her shaking, the effects of what she's been through no kinder to her in wakefulness than they were in sleep. His chest feels tight, and his throat warm. It's not unlike the shift in equilibrium before a plummet — ]
It's alright. [ Messer's fond of that assurance, but it sounds different. His voice rasps, thick around the lump he suddenly has to swallow down. At his side, his fingers flex, tightening around Kaname's. ] ...thanks to you, Kaname-san.
[ Allowing his head to recline again, he closes his eyes, sealing in the feeling of her touch. ]
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On the scale of things, that scale on which the notes of her voice have always resonated, Messer thinks that leaving Kaname speechless should have gone much, much differently. Her eyes flash before disappearing as she lowers her head, and the thought curves through him... don't cry. Not for him.
His gaze levels on her, the shock of red vibrant against the sheets and the strange, ashy color of his own skin. Beyond that, her shaking, the effects of what she's been through no kinder to her in wakefulness than they were in sleep. His chest feels tight, and his throat warm. It's not unlike the shift in equilibrium before a plummet — ]
It's alright. [ Messer's fond of that assurance, but it sounds different. His voice rasps, thick around the lump he suddenly has to swallow down. At his side, his fingers flex, tightening around Kaname's. ] ...thanks to you, Kaname-san.
[ Allowing his head to recline again, he closes his eyes, sealing in the feeling of her touch. ]
I'm alright.