[ It's a good thing she's so addicted to touch, because she presses as close to him as she can. She wants to feel as real as she is, curling her arms around him to hug him tightly. He and Nagito are her anchors, pulling her closer all the time to the world of reality and sensation. She breathes him in.
And she feels the memories flowing from him, closing her eyes as she watches them. Sees herself, but not quite herself. (She looks happy. Good.) She feels Hinata getting beat up and winces at each hit, hugging him even tighter. ]
It'll never be okay, what they did to you. [ She feels that never-ending loneliness from him, and the grief. A torrent of emotion, and she soaks it up, returning what affection and empathy she can. Grieving with him for lost futures. ]
But it's happened, and we can't control that anymore. Just what we do next. And I'll be there every day for you, Hajime. Right here.
[ She presses a hand to his heart, and then her forehead. It might be cheesy, but she never claimed to be an original anyway. And it's what she feels.
If they're ever ripped apart again, perish the thought - she'll always love him, and vice versa. ]
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Date: 2016-08-17 04:41 pm (UTC)And she feels the memories flowing from him, closing her eyes as she watches them. Sees herself, but not quite herself. (She looks happy. Good.) She feels Hinata getting beat up and winces at each hit, hugging him even tighter. ]
It'll never be okay, what they did to you. [ She feels that never-ending loneliness from him, and the grief. A torrent of emotion, and she soaks it up, returning what affection and empathy she can. Grieving with him for lost futures. ]
But it's happened, and we can't control that anymore. Just what we do next. And I'll be there every day for you, Hajime. Right here.
[ She presses a hand to his heart, and then her forehead. It might be cheesy, but she never claimed to be an original anyway. And it's what she feels.
If they're ever ripped apart again, perish the thought - she'll always love him, and vice versa. ]