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non sexual acts of affection || accepting || @fatedimperfect​ said: [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] My muse holds yours while they cry

It was unexpected, this flood of emotion. Entrapta had become so adept at tracking her overstimulation and taking the proper precautions to prevent a full-blown meltdown because she hated feeling out of control. 

It made sense, though. She hadn’t been able to stop to take a breath since before BEAST ISLAND.

The worst thing to her, she would realize later when she had some clarity, was that it started with her SNAPPING at Hordak. It happened so quickly then: she dissolved into tears, curling in on herself and sobbing UNCONTROLLABLY.

Through the emotional fog, Entrapta noted that this was the first time that she could recall that another person had seen her in this state. She might even be EMBARRASSED under different circumstances. Throughout her life she had weathered these emotional storms terribly alone. She expected this attack to be no different: curled in the fetal position, crying until she can find the space to calm herself and slowly return to the surface. What she did not expect was to feel arms around her. Those strong arms scooped her up without any resistance, like she weighed NOTHING until she was cradled against a sturdy chest. She was held firmly, yet gently, and somewhere in the back of her mind, her LUCID consciousness named the one who held her:

Hordak.

Entrapta had expected herself to PUSH HIM AWAY, to struggle against the constraint of being held thus, but she didn’t feel overwhelmed surrounded WHOLLY by her lab partner. Instead she felt secure. Safe. Loved.