[ there are still so many things lumine wants to hurl his way, misplaced accusations because there's no one else to blame. it's easy to point fingers, to take the burden off of her shoulders, but what would that do? it won't bring back aether to her, and it won't make her feel less awful, less guilty. she's to blame in this; her brother had seen the signs, tried to help her but she refused.
besides, she can tell that ajax is just as much perturbed as she is, no doubt blaming himself just like her. but what hand does he have in this when all she's done is force him? ]
Mm.
[ she too closes her eyes as she leans against him, fingers slightly closing around the front of his shirt. she doesn't what will work for them, doesn't want to think what they'll have to do. because what's the alternate to this? ]
... But what if what happened last time happens again? I don't ...
[ the traveler continues to coax her, gently but surely, to cave in, pushing at the boundaries she's set. it's nothing forceful, nothing demanding. if anything, it lulls her sometimes to a sense of complacency. ]
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besides, she can tell that ajax is just as much perturbed as she is, no doubt blaming himself just like her. but what hand does he have in this when all she's done is force him? ]
Mm.
[ she too closes her eyes as she leans against him, fingers slightly closing around the front of his shirt. she doesn't what will work for them, doesn't want to think what they'll have to do. because what's the alternate to this? ]
... But what if what happened last time happens again? I don't ...
[ the traveler continues to coax her, gently but surely, to cave in, pushing at the boundaries she's set. it's nothing forceful, nothing demanding. if anything, it lulls her sometimes to a sense of complacency. ]