[ She nods in understanding, for she truly does understand. He has always had a love of duty and his people, and she is not one to interfere with it. If not for their continued state of being torn apart? She imagines she would fully support him and do everything she might to see him ready for the morning. Now she merely stands staring at the paper in her hands as if she has been handed an assurance that they will merely repeat what they have.
Lantaa swallows the emotions in her throat before bringing herself to look up at him. They have been torn apart in a multitude of ways, but perhaps that occasion had been one of the ones that struck her the hardest. Her eyes lock onto his as she feels something in her quiver at the olden gaze. A gaze that seems new but oh so familiar. One that she has not seen in so very long with physical eyes.
Little thought goes into how she places the paper down on the desk and then raises her hands to touch what she can of his cheeks with their height difference. Her one and only. Her nose gently presses into his chest as she never breaks her gaze from his. There is a desire to tell him what had happened after wards, but, perhaps it is better if she does not.
You deserve so much better than me, Costas. Someone who isn't broken. ]
...come home. [ She knows he had just said he would, but, it is all she can think to say without opening the old wounds further. Wounds he surely would not wish to discuss. ] I-I'll do whatever I must to make sure you do.
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Lantaa swallows the emotions in her throat before bringing herself to look up at him. They have been torn apart in a multitude of ways, but perhaps that occasion had been one of the ones that struck her the hardest. Her eyes lock onto his as she feels something in her quiver at the olden gaze. A gaze that seems new but oh so familiar. One that she has not seen in so very long with physical eyes.
Little thought goes into how she places the paper down on the desk and then raises her hands to touch what she can of his cheeks with their height difference. Her one and only. Her nose gently presses into his chest as she never breaks her gaze from his. There is a desire to tell him what had happened after wards, but, perhaps it is better if she does not.
You deserve so much better than me, Costas. Someone who isn't broken. ]
...come home. [ She knows he had just said he would, but, it is all she can think to say without opening the old wounds further. Wounds he surely would not wish to discuss. ] I-I'll do whatever I must to make sure you do.