[He's here, and that makes it better... But it doesn't make it good.
Maybe it hasn't been good for a long time. Maybe she'd been deceiving herself, keeping herself so busy with tasks so that she wouldn't be able to notice. If she focused on the next small goal and then the next, she could be no better than a horse wearing blinders... because to remove them was to lose hope, to be swallowed up in the foreign mystery of magic and witches and worlds beyond her own.
And empty arms that had once cradled babes from a species not her own, in an ocean on a far off world that, once the bright lights die...
Doesn't exist anymore.
She hears her name, manages a nod of assent into Nier's chest, a mumbled, weak answer of attendance...
Before she just buries her face further into his clothing and begins to sob, curled over her arms that cradle nothing, rocking softly as if the broken lullaby would make it all better.]
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Maybe it hasn't been good for a long time. Maybe she'd been deceiving herself, keeping herself so busy with tasks so that she wouldn't be able to notice. If she focused on the next small goal and then the next, she could be no better than a horse wearing blinders... because to remove them was to lose hope, to be swallowed up in the foreign mystery of magic and witches and worlds beyond her own.
And empty arms that had once cradled babes from a species not her own, in an ocean on a far off world that, once the bright lights die...
Doesn't exist anymore.
She hears her name, manages a nod of assent into Nier's chest, a mumbled, weak answer of attendance...
Before she just buries her face further into his clothing and begins to sob, curled over her arms that cradle nothing, rocking softly as if the broken lullaby would make it all better.]