๐ฐ Written from Help Starters ๐ฐ
@psiidol asked:
โ please. just let me help. โ
The words reached her ears as they shouldโve, and she heard them- but despite understanding them perfectly, she found comprehension evaded her.
She wasnโt supposed to be seen, nor had she really meant to be. And up until now, sheโd done a rather good job of ensuring it. It hadn't been long since she became her own being again, free from any sorts of shackles; sheโd meant to heal quietly, until she could regain what energy sheโd lost. That meant playing the part of human for a little while; it also meant slower recovery. She would have never been able to articulate how foreign it was, to feel a human form shift and strain to heal wounds that were far from human.
It had caught her off guard just enough, today, an unfamiliar stagger giving way to an unfamiliar stumble, which lead to where she now was- leaned against a wall sheโd thought was isolated, catching breath that had run away from her so easily. It hadnโt been too long, had it?
Angel had known fairly well that she would spend a majority of this process by herself- not as a sudden revelation or realization, but more of something sheโd known all along. It was safer to keep others out of the entire situation, and protect what little peace anyone could garner in the wake of rising Mishima conflict.
It became considerably more difficult to fathom when someone approached her. It became even more surprising when it was an offer for help. It felt entirely unfamiliar.
It might have been for this reason that she found herself so frozen when sheโd been approached- by a face she could only deem as kind, at least upon first glance. Had she not turned around, perhaps Angel would have politely excused herself to get away from any other eyes- but a face, framed by hair the color of violets and warmth, had been so genuine. It had been the first expression of its nature that she had seen in ages.
โPlease. Let me help,โ the other had said- and Angel found that she couldnโt bring herself to move away.
Her eyes meet her onlookerโs, and she manages a smile despite herself- gentle, and faint enough to convey a weary thanks.
โ. . . Thank you,โ she whispers.
