#aureir

⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆blushes redder than yozora’s left eye tbfh  ❪ unprompted ! ❫

he sees a fountain of hair drape itself over his shoulder. from the corner of his hoax glasses does he see that a certain someone allowed themselves a moment of respite. he discharges a sigh that he hadn’t know he holds.

❃.✮:▹ @aureir said :   ❛  jesus christ, don’t be kind to me. > : )  ❜

`*・° ★  &.   HOZIER LYRICS  →   OPEN

meme.

   Fingers curling into fists, nails pressing against skin, a monster inside them wishing to eat itself out of their body — yeah, they don’t.

   The unease isn’t concealed, gaze focused on hers and missing every ounce of relief it could’ve covered. If it was easier, if it was the words they wanted to hear, if they were ready to do anything but lock away their heart further.

   They weren’t; and so they freeze, and oh, how they hated themself for not being ready. If Lina could say that, and if Gran could agree, then things would be better. Or, that’s what people said. Talk about your feelings and your problems, don’t push it away until it gets too heavy to carry ( Gran knew that, they knew that so, so well and that’s why they kept Ladiva’s letter on the shelf right next to their dad’s ). They’d all worry again, and they’d keep worrying because Gran still wouldn’t talk about their childhood, but how could they? No one on Zinkenstill did, and what Gran felt wasn’t right either, they didn’t need a real—no, a biological family.

   ( But that didn’t stop the way it hurt. )

nonverbal meme.

   A moment’s surprise when she reaches out to hold their hand, but all the same taking it. They had been hearing someone approach through the snow, the sound of steps obvious on the ship when they hadn’t gotten around to shoveling the continuously falling snow yet. “ Taking a break ? “ they ask, kind smile on their lips when their thumb move against the back of her hand. The crew was even livelier this time of the year, finding more and more reasons to throw parties-that’s-not-really-named-parties in anticipation of the holiday’s, and even though Gran adored it there were times they simply needed the peace and quiet.

   They’re sleeping — head resting against their arm on the table, documents of landing permissions, quest summaries and budget reports either scattered across the table or nicely piled together to their right to be archived for the year. There’s purposely a less amount of missions this time of the year, giving the crew some much deserved down-time before the new year starts, and giving Gran the time needed to do the last check of paperwork before filing it away, as well as the time to finally give in to their body’s demand for rest.