[Were anything up to him-- up to them-- the whole situation would have played out much differently. He'd never have contracted the Var, they'd have met under different circumstances, at a happier time, her solo career might have succeeded, the festival might have yielded a more concrete result.
If wishes were jellyfishes...
The rasping attempt at reassurance is enough for her to raise her head and actually look him over. He's covered from his lower abdomen down, the rest having fallen away during his attempt to reach the bracelet they now hold. What's visible is covered in bandages and tubes and sensors, almost no skin showing through.]
You were-- [Words catch in her throat, and she bites her lip to keep from crying, eyes shutting tightly for a brief moment.]
I'm so glad. [She's able to open them again, to look at his face without having to resist the urge to break down. While tears do start once again, they stem from relief, if her tight smile is anything to go by. And it is. Kaname moves a hand to his face, gently brushing a bit of hair away from his sweat soaked forehead. Even then, her hand remains, slowly edging down the shape of his face to settle on his temple.
All the while, her eyes never leave his.]
You'll be all right. It'll take a while, but you're okay now. [The words are spoken to him as a comfort, but they're meant for the pair. Even as she sees him, it's still too much to process and accept, no matter how much she wants to. Smoke trailing the rapidly descending plane, him inside. The image is forever ingrained in her mind.]
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If wishes were jellyfishes...
The rasping attempt at reassurance is enough for her to raise her head and actually look him over. He's covered from his lower abdomen down, the rest having fallen away during his attempt to reach the bracelet they now hold. What's visible is covered in bandages and tubes and sensors, almost no skin showing through.]
You were-- [Words catch in her throat, and she bites her lip to keep from crying, eyes shutting tightly for a brief moment.]
I'm so glad. [She's able to open them again, to look at his face without having to resist the urge to break down. While tears do start once again, they stem from relief, if her tight smile is anything to go by. And it is. Kaname moves a hand to his face, gently brushing a bit of hair away from his sweat soaked forehead. Even then, her hand remains, slowly edging down the shape of his face to settle on his temple.
All the while, her eyes never leave his.]
You'll be all right. It'll take a while, but you're okay now. [The words are spoken to him as a comfort, but they're meant for the pair. Even as she sees him, it's still too much to process and accept, no matter how much she wants to. Smoke trailing the rapidly descending plane, him inside. The image is forever ingrained in her mind.]
Messer-kun.
[Different images can dull the ache, over time.]