#wolthancred

🌸🛼Roller Date🛼🌸

Rornir

Alex

Rorianger-Thanlex sandwich

Poor Decisions

“What kept my soul whole was the warmth of the hands holding mine on both sides”

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My first time ever making poses, this was a journey and a half I stg 😭 but soooooooo worth it

I am very happy with how the poses came out 💜

She finds him far away from Matoya’s cave, sat against a tree stump. His silent departure was full of grief, and she knew better than to allow Alphinaud to follow him. What Thancred needed couldn’t be found in words, or promises or memories.

It would just take time.

She moves to him slowly, not wanting to startle him. He looks up as she approaches, one hand rubbing at the eye still uncovered, a glint of wetness against his cheek in the moonlight. A pang of guilt in her own chest; she had known it was a likely outcome, and she just let him carry hope that Minfilia was still here. She should have told him sooner, when she first had the dreadful feeling deep down that she would not see her again.

She focuses her thoughts back on the man aching before her.

“I’m sorry, Thancred,” she breaks the silence first, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

She had expected that answer, at least, “Do you want to take your mind off it?”

“No.”

She pauses a few moments, “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

A long silence before a soft, “…No.”

He finally looks away, and she moves to sit on the tree stump behind him, legs resting on either side of his body. He says nothing else, only rests his head against her thigh. Her hands find their way into his hair, combing through the strands in a steady rhythm that slowly eases the tension out of his body.

There was no need to speak, then. They could simply stay in their comfortable silence. She knows how it feels to fail to protect the ones you love. How nothing can prepare you for the jarring void left in their place, and the all consuming need to fight the unfairness with every breath.

She knows it would be easier to push her away, to seethe in silence, to rage and hurt alone. That he finds her more soothing than anything else sends a flutter in her chest. He relaxes further against her, sighing softly, and all she can think is this is where I belong, with you. We can save each other.

For now, she settles on this moment of repose.

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