[In the stories she had read as a child, (years and years ago), emotions this powerful were fearful things. Heartbreak wasn't something you got over, it was something that sent young maidens to their graves, and brothers in arms to reckless deaths in battle.
And small witches to consumption via distraction, anything to not think about the absence of the person who had picked her up from the cobblestones on that Chantean night, given her someone constant, someone strong, someone who said to her for the first time in her life that she was valuable without meaning to my agenda.
It's tempting to pull away from that contact, just to make the point that she didn't need it, in some misguided attempt to look strong... but when she's already crying there's no saving it, is there? Part of her wanted to move the slightest inch she'd need to in order to hold the hand she's offered, but she holds back, still trying to maintain the illusion.
But she doesn't push it away, and for Sieglinde, when she's like this, perhaps it's something.
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And small witches to consumption via distraction, anything to not think about the absence of the person who had picked her up from the cobblestones on that Chantean night, given her someone constant, someone strong, someone who said to her for the first time in her life that she was valuable without meaning to my agenda.
It's tempting to pull away from that contact, just to make the point that she didn't need it, in some misguided attempt to look strong... but when she's already crying there's no saving it, is there? Part of her wanted to move the slightest inch she'd need to in order to hold the hand she's offered, but she holds back, still trying to maintain the illusion.
But she doesn't push it away, and for Sieglinde, when she's like this, perhaps it's something.
Like time.]