#yells!!!!!

CAN WE

TALK

    sorrow cocoons her. eleazar watches the way it engulfs ori: slow, at first, and then a tidal wave. he knows the hurt too well and he knows, worse, there is naught he can do to unravel her from it.

    when he finds her, she's looking out the window of their room. her shoulder rests against the frame and she doesn't move when he enters or when he closes the door behind him. he looks about the small space: their belongings are packed, barely touched, ready to be moved at a moment's notice. even soleil has taken to keeping his things together.

    eleazar stops beside her and still, ori doesn't acknowledge him. her sadness is bound so tight about her, it might very well be an armor. he wonders what she thinks about when she's like this, swallowed so deeply by mourning and regret.

    he grabs her shoulder and she starts, jerking away from the motion. her head snaps to him and she frowns for only a brief moment, before a smile is strung upon her lips. eleazar makes no effort to return it. his hand lifts from ori's shoulder to rest against the side of her face, calloused skin warm against her cheek.

    with his other hand, he tucks a yellow flower behind her ear. her sorrow ebbs and her smile softens into something more natural.

kiri chirps up at the much taller creature, looking over his very pretty accessories before focusing in awe on his very pink hair. the little kenku fluffs her feathers out, chirping again, this time clearly in delight, and squawks a wordless greeting, lifting her feathery like arms up in a wide gesture.

gets freaked out by said emotion