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༢ུ qifrey has always made a strong point to look people in the eye during important moments. it was a hard-to-kill mannerism that the wise of teachings had instilled in him as a child, with much patience, and with maturity stuck the habit of making eye contact.

he does it when you two argue, though rarely does it happen. qifrey will never deny either of you the much-needed chance to cool off, but he makes sure to look you square in the eye, never forcing your face closer but in turn always moving his own so he is directly in your line of sight when he explains his reasoning for whatever may have happened. he has never let you go to sleep angry with him, and vice versa.

“life is much too short” is what he always mumbles into the softness of your skin once the ugly feelings have waned into calm, though he is careful about just how deeply he allows himself to settle into the tranquility.

he looks you in the eyes it when you laugh. you may not realize how hard he stares in the moment, but qifrey is deeply immersed and entangled in your happiness. the deteriorating sight in his remaining eye makes you look a bit washed out when his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose, but the bright pearl of your teeth on your face is more than enough to make out. the bitter half of that sweetness festers from the fact that he will never enjoy your happiness as if it were his own — not completely, anyway — without the silverwood reminding him that his body and mind both belonged to it whenever he found himself sinking into the soft warmth of your flesh, your eyes, your fingers.

he will stare when your body holds more sorrow than your poor soul can bear: your sadness becomes his. in a sick, selfish way, qifrey is thankful for the opportunity to indulge in such bitterness, because it keeps the splitting pain behind his eye sockets at bay, and it keeps him alive.

“i know,” he’ll whisper, even if you’re crying for reasons beyond him. your face framed by steady hands, qifrey continues to hold your eyes with his own, and if he could take your sadness, he would, selfishly. “just breathe, you’re alright.”

his eye never leaves yours when your own cast an unfamiliar, confused look at his face. when you wake with your head in his lap and a gentle breeze against your cheeks, wondering when you fell asleep, sure you two were just having a conversation about something important. his answer is always a simple “you must have been tired,” because the knot in his throat won’t allow anything more.

the witch’s insides gnaw on themselves without fail every time he is forced to have that conversation, to watch your eyes well with fear for his sake the same way each time he has to explain that he is rotting, to have to tear away pieces of your memory akin to cutting away dead leaves to keep a flower breathing over and over again, with disgusting selfishness, all to save himself and able to meet your eyes another day longer.

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