[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears from israfil ( raphael ) to crimson
--- ( p. ) / accepting.
" forgive me .... i don't know .... what came over me. " grief was such a fickle thing. it was like a loving embrace, wrapping around him too tightly to the point of drawing tears. when the vision blurs, its loving arms jab something sharp in the crevice of his heart. ( it aches, it aches, and it aches. ) time has aged this one's soul, and with time, never came healing. how could it possibly heal with pieces of him were missing ?
crimson tries to hold back his voice, composing it without a single crack or ache that buffers his tone. he soon feels something warm against his face -- violet eyes peer up to meet with the other's visage, and an almost immediate flow of reassurance would waver the aching that plagued him. he didn't want to worry them. a sniffle leaves him, leaning against their touch. it brought him some relief in knowing that right now he isn't alone. " thank you, my friend ... once again, you comfort this old man. i fear i may just drown you in my tears at this point, hah .... "
