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how do I get closer to you/when you keep it all on mute
Characters: Rue and Fakir
Open? possibly?
Where: Some castle balcony
When: midnight
Warnings: bitching/emotionality, Rue and Fakir interacting
For the first few weeks, Rue had tried to ignore it, tried to just be happy that Mytho was here with her, safe, and not infected with the Raven's blood. But it was so, so much harder than she'd thought. When he stayed with her, he would look on, blankly and helplessly as she methodically dressed him for bed, trying to banish all thoughts of her last night with him from her mind. When they went to bed, she had to take his arms and wrap them around herself, just so she could feel his warmth.
Tonight had been the last straw. On the way upstairs, she had tripped and fallen, gracelessly stumbling onto the steps before he caught her with his soft, gentle hands. She looked up at him, ready to smile and thank him, but she caught the look on his face, that utterly empty look that let her know, for all he caught her when she fell, she meant nothing to him. So she had waited for him to fall asleep, and then, putting on an ornate robe, stepped out onto the balcony, feeling the wind flutter gently against her stinging eyes.
Open? possibly?
Where: Some castle balcony
When: midnight
Warnings: bitching/emotionality, Rue and Fakir interacting
For the first few weeks, Rue had tried to ignore it, tried to just be happy that Mytho was here with her, safe, and not infected with the Raven's blood. But it was so, so much harder than she'd thought. When he stayed with her, he would look on, blankly and helplessly as she methodically dressed him for bed, trying to banish all thoughts of her last night with him from her mind. When they went to bed, she had to take his arms and wrap them around herself, just so she could feel his warmth.
Tonight had been the last straw. On the way upstairs, she had tripped and fallen, gracelessly stumbling onto the steps before he caught her with his soft, gentle hands. She looked up at him, ready to smile and thank him, but she caught the look on his face, that utterly empty look that let her know, for all he caught her when she fell, she meant nothing to him. So she had waited for him to fall asleep, and then, putting on an ornate robe, stepped out onto the balcony, feeling the wind flutter gently against her stinging eyes.