synthneon | YGO PSL | ❝ i am not lying, i am just trying to find my way in to you. ❞

( continued from yonder! )

[ Her other hand raises and gestures to the bed behind him. It had been a set of normal circumstances in getting ready to rest for the night. Even down to the fact she was dressed for bed. Unspoken, of course is how she misses his presence. It hardly matters in their current circumstances -- or at all. Pinning for one does none of them any good. Priorities and needs will always shift, and, Lunafreya has always believed those come before wants and desires.

Although she has been known to be young and naive in such ways.

Lunafreya shifts her gaze back to him in order to answer his next question. "Answer" that is. He has been able to understand her thus far at least.

Then, a change in the air.

Yugi appears beside Atem. He looks between Lunafreya and his partner. ]

Other Me? What's going on?

[ Lunafreya glances at the space where she feels the shift in the air. She turns back to surveying the room with one hand remaining on his shoulder to help her stay upright. A hand raises out beside her in order to try and summon her Trident. That, as it turns out, was the wrong decision to make. Her arm starts to shake as it feels sharp pricks make its way up her skin.

A soundless gasp leaves her at the sudden pain. In a sweeping moment, she crumbles back down to the ground where she had once stood.

Yugi's attention snaps to her as it sinks in that they're in her room. ]

Luna?!

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[ Before sleep pulls him under, he positions himself as close to her as he can, hoping that his presence will provide her with some measure of comfort. And when he finally gives in to the pull of sleep, at first his dreams are all about him accomplishing what he can't seem to manage: bringing her voice back and addressing the issues that led them to this point in the first place.

But as dreams are wont to do, they gradually take a turn for the more troublesome kind, and soon enough, his dreams about solving their problems morph into his worst fears come to life.

He hasn't been smiling, exactly, but as the dreams that are rapidly turning into nightmares continue, a frown forms even as he reaches out for her in his sleep to reassure himself that she's still there. It takes a moment, but eventually he realizes, even in his sleep, that she's stirring and has positioned herself so that she's lying in his arms with her face resting against him.

He'd wake up, if only to give her further comfort, but the web of dreams that play on his worries and fears spins itself even tighter around him and even though he wrestles against it, it seems as though he needs the sleep too much to rouse himself so easily. Still, he manages to reach for her hand, enveloping it in a tight squeeze as he tries to get whatever rest he can.

It feels like an eternity, yet in reality it's only been a handful of hours, when he finally wakes up. His eyes open slowly, and his first action is to simultaneously shiver and curl himself even further against Lunafreya as she lies beside him. It's cold in the room, and- Was that Pryna barking? He shifts just enough so that he can look at the woman beside him.

He can't really tell anything from just looking at her, but something tells him that she didn't have a very restful sleep herself. Neither did he, of course, thanks to the tangled images his mind created as he slept, but he can shake that off. He worries that she won't be able to do the same, given her condition.

It takes him a moment to find his voice again as he slowly comes back to awareness, but eventually he manages to ask: ]

Luna? [ Clearly she isn't all right, because how could she be, with everything that's going on? ] You're cold. [ And she's crying, something that cuts him straight to the heart. First, he reaches for the blanket that's covering the bed and pulls it over so he can drape it over her, making sure that she's as covered as possible. And once that's done, he reaches out to try and wipe some of those tears away. ]

I'm sorry, you must not have slept well. [ Again, he can't imagine that she would have, but he just wishes there was something he could do. He's not even thinking about his own relatively restless attempt at sleep; he can't even compare that to what her night must have been like, of course. ]

[ As horrible of a state she might be in at the moment? It would be far worse if he was not present. Even with swirl of emotions and thoughts in her own mind, he is there as a rock and shield to ground and hide her. Otherwise she might face the cold room and emotions alone. She would rather this than anything else. Even if she still struggles with admitting it to herself.

Her hand curls around his the moment it reaches for hers. Regardless of the state of mind, the emotions, or the distance she might be? She will always find a way to be present for him and Yugi. The comfort she offers might pale in comparison to what she could once give, but that will not stop her. She strives to always be there when he reaches out and does not expect him to return the notion.

There is no doubt in her mind it is the body he shares that needs the rest. The adjustment to time zones after such a long flight, the new surroundings, and her condition must have piled up on the two of them. All the more reason for her to attempt to keep all of what ails her to herself. Oh, she will try, but Atem has a skill set of pulling things from her even if she wishes them to be hidden still.

Her hand squeezes his to show that she is aware he is awake. Her movements are stiff and short, given the throbbing cold ache that is in her shoulders. The cold is in the air and in the room and yet it also feels as if there is a coldness inside her body. One that is the source of the pain her body feels. She remains still as she has once he pulls the heavy blanket around them. It's the touch of his fingers across her cheeks that finally makes her stir.

She's told herself she would not ask more of him or Yugi. She will be content with what they have given her and there is more they should give. The simple motion of him brushing his fingers against her skin rekindles that need for intimacy. The need takes over and she leans instantly into his touch, cheek pressing against his fingers as her eyes remain shut.

No, she did not sleep well - far from it. The pain has made it impossible to sleep as well as the inability to feel warm. Her free hand remains curled around his waist, not moving to find warmer shelter. In a way she feels paralyzed and unable to move or decide what to do other than chase the small notions of affection he gives. Should he ever move his hands to her back, he might find how tight the muscles are and how ice cold the skin is to the touch.

Pryna, meanwhile, barks again before making her away to the bedroom door. Her steps echo in the room. Then, the sound of the door rattling. She leaves the room and the door makes a small click as it closes. ]

[ It takes considerable effort on his part to straighten up, to stop his emotions from overflowing and showing in his face and his posture. As it is, his shoulders shake before he forcibly shoves his own inner turmoil far enough down that it becomes manageable again.

He can't help her; he can't even heal her because that lies far outside his realm of expertise. What good is he if he can't help the one person he's come to care for in a way that feels new and frightening to him all at once?

He doesn't know what more he can do in this moment other than pull her close until they're all but pressed up against each other, one hand resting on her back while his other arm is wrapped around her, hoping to transfer some of his warmth to her.

With the way his hand is positioned against her back, he can feel the tension there, and while this is all something new to him, he begins to rub his hand back and forth, slowly at first but increasing in pace and in how far it moves, hoping to loosen some of the tightness he feels beneath his palm.

He dimly registers Pryna's movements as she retreats, but all his thoughts are on Luna and how he might try and help. ]

[ She shifts with his pull, head raising merely to find a resting spot between his neck and shoulder. Her hands still remain curled into his shirt and daring not to move further. However, slowly and bit by bit, the tight muscles in her back begin to relax. Even in that moment, she is scolding herself for falling to pieces the way she has in front of him. It hardly matters if it is human and she is merely human. Both he and Yugi look to her for guidance and companionship. How can she proclaim to be such a thing when she is in such a state?

As she resolves to pull herself into some manageable form, the door opens once more. The cold room hardly changes ambient temperature as the once ice goddess steps in. Gentiana stands at the foot of the raised area in which the bed resides. Lunafreya does not lift her head or do much of anything to show she is aware the presence of her mother-figure has joined them. ]

Pharaoh, Lunafreya. [ Gentiana properly announces herself then. ] Those that travel with you are now awake. The lady had wondered if the Pharaoh and his vessel intend to join them for the morning meal.

[ ...Breakfast. Lunafreya scolds herself once again for holding Atem and Yugi back from his friends. They are meant to be here to experience the holiday and a place a world away from home. Her condition cannot be allowed to impede that any further. Especially when there is something she wishes to show Atem and Yugi...

She uncurls her hands and arms from the ever watchful spirit that perhaps she has no place to love the way she does. Her head lowers slightly, if only to allow it so that he might be able to untangle himself if necessary.

Gentiana smiles faintly. ]

And perhaps they would see to bringing the Oracle some as well.

YGO PSL | ❝ i am not lying, i am just trying to find my way in to you. ❞

these two are such a mess D:

they'll get better--- I HOPE? :'(

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