[ His answer causes her heart to ache deeply. There is no point in lying to herself that it does not. Just as it did every time he pulled away from her in his whirlwind of grief but months ago. However, she cannot find it in herself to be angry or anything less than understanding. He is a king - a Pharaoh. They set themselves above others in order to guide and protect them. Opening up in such a way as she asked would leave them vulnerable in ways they could not afford to be. No, if anything, Lunafreya realizes how utterly naive her request of him is... even when her heart desires to ease his.
Being at the side of a king is not merely a notion of bliss. It takes sacrifice, patience, and understanding. Support is called for even if she is to disagree with his decision. Confidence and trust is required... even if the answers she receives leave wounds on her heart. She can see how far he is willing to let her in now. There was a brief time that she was allowed in with no barriers or walls. That time seems to have come to a close.
A nod is given to his answer and she prays he might not sense the hurt in her heart at it. Lunafreya opens her eyes, but casts her gaze downward at the bed. If he cannot bring down the walls then she must be the one to bring down hers. She had said she would share all that burdens her heart and she intends to stay true to her word regardless of his answer. Then, at the very least, he can decide how much of her he will accept. He can be the one to draw the lines. She will respect any boundaries he places up no matter the cost it causes her.
One hand leaves his face to reach for the one settled in her hair. She gently removes it, only so that she might rest it against her heart. Her fingers slide between his and find what she once considered their usual resting place between his. If this is to be the only time she can share all that burdens her, all that she desires... where does she start? There is a fear that he will reject her when he sees her without her walls, or her trappings of the Oracle, but that is an outcome she must be willing to accept.
I am afraid. Afraid that I may no longer be able to be the Oracle - even if I recover. Afraid that I will have no purpose or place in this world if so. What am I to be if not that what I was born to be? What right, claim, or request do I have to be with you and your friends if I cannot be that person?
A deep frown comes to her face then as she squeezes his hand. Tears gather at the corner of her eyes and begin to run down her cheeks.
I am afraid to be left alone in this empty house again. Yet, where else am I to be? I would not infringe more on the lives of your friends and cause more upset than there is. It is not my place to ask to see you, to speak with you, or to be at your side even if it is what I want most. When I am able must be yours and Yugi-sama's decision. Even if you had not wished for it, I would insist...
Lunafreya's eyebrows come together as her other hand retracts from his hair. It curls around the hand in her hold as if to hold onto a lifeline as tears continue to make their way down her face once again.
I love you. Perhaps I love you far too deeply. Perhaps you do not love me the same. I am aware that could be true. I miss you, maybe even more than I should or more than you are comfortable with. Maybe you do not miss me. I am aware that it is childish and naive of me, but I cannot help how I feel.
She is certain most of what comes from her heart is lost along the way. She believes their bond to be strong, but, can he truly sense all that she is trying to say without her voice? ]
im so sorry, this tag is a monster.. ;_;
Being at the side of a king is not merely a notion of bliss. It takes sacrifice, patience, and understanding. Support is called for even if she is to disagree with his decision. Confidence and trust is required... even if the answers she receives leave wounds on her heart. She can see how far he is willing to let her in now. There was a brief time that she was allowed in with no barriers or walls. That time seems to have come to a close.
A nod is given to his answer and she prays he might not sense the hurt in her heart at it. Lunafreya opens her eyes, but casts her gaze downward at the bed. If he cannot bring down the walls then she must be the one to bring down hers. She had said she would share all that burdens her heart and she intends to stay true to her word regardless of his answer. Then, at the very least, he can decide how much of her he will accept. He can be the one to draw the lines. She will respect any boundaries he places up no matter the cost it causes her.
One hand leaves his face to reach for the one settled in her hair. She gently removes it, only so that she might rest it against her heart. Her fingers slide between his and find what she once considered their usual resting place between his. If this is to be the only time she can share all that burdens her, all that she desires... where does she start? There is a fear that he will reject her when he sees her without her walls, or her trappings of the Oracle, but that is an outcome she must be willing to accept.
I am afraid. Afraid that I may no longer be able to be the Oracle - even if I recover. Afraid that I will have no purpose or place in this world if so. What am I to be if not that what I was born to be? What right, claim, or request do I have to be with you and your friends if I cannot be that person?
A deep frown comes to her face then as she squeezes his hand. Tears gather at the corner of her eyes and begin to run down her cheeks.
I am afraid to be left alone in this empty house again. Yet, where else am I to be? I would not infringe more on the lives of your friends and cause more upset than there is. It is not my place to ask to see you, to speak with you, or to be at your side even if it is what I want most. When I am able must be yours and Yugi-sama's decision. Even if you had not wished for it, I would insist...
Lunafreya's eyebrows come together as her other hand retracts from his hair. It curls around the hand in her hold as if to hold onto a lifeline as tears continue to make their way down her face once again.
I love you. Perhaps I love you far too deeply. Perhaps you do not love me the same. I am aware that could be true. I miss you, maybe even more than I should or more than you are comfortable with. Maybe you do not miss me. I am aware that it is childish and naive of me, but I cannot help how I feel.
She is certain most of what comes from her heart is lost along the way. She believes their bond to be strong, but, can he truly sense all that she is trying to say without her voice? ]