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65. “don’t let go” hug.
❛ don’t listen to them, my lady. my liege. ❜
he trails off into redundancy, hoping to fill her ears withthe sound of his voice until the echo of a struggle canpass. she’s seated just before him, all but trembling, andhe sees a familiar pain in the drop of her eyelids– it’s more than he can bear to watch without interjection.
❛ … please forgive me for this, if need be. ❜
without another sound, before he can see her crying, hisarms encircle her frame, pull her into his chest. it doesn’tfeel broad enough, strong enough to muffle out somecomrade’s captured cries, but he clings and hopes that she can pretend something truly perfect holds her close.
❛ you can’t cry out, ❜ he measures out to her. so cautiousof his voice cracking with the strain of hiding away, ❛ or they’ll find us. you’re the most valuable of us all, my lady,and to lose you would be to lose-- ❜
maybe this isn’t helping. maybe this is unnecessarily cruel.if by chance she is torn from his arms and thrown into thedark, she won’t need guilt hanging at her neck. he falls silent.he’ll tell her later, when it’s safer.
❛ just... hold on to me. let it pass. focus on me. they’re only being taken. we... we will save them. ❜
( that’s the first time you’ve stumbled over a lie in a while. )
