#HJKLHKLJKL WRITER'S BLOCK IS COCKBLOCKING ME BUT

[lunaetis]

❛ you think too negatively of yourself, ❜ the thief begins, scratching the back of his head lazily before glancing off to the side. partially, he still excepts disappointment over his existence in her face. and yet, all he ever seems to find is a kindness warped into a twisted kind of sorrow. something far more human than she thinks or has been told; something that almost upsets him. nobody had the right to judge a person for emotions that were more than valid, even if they acted out because of them. but talon isn't one to dwell on unpleasant things too long, wasn't one who took the time out of his day for deep insight on emotions and motivations. instead he'll gently rest a heavy hand on velvets shoulder; mark still glowing an ominous red despite the bonded doing his best to ignore the stinging of it. this wasn't about him, never will be.

his voice is soft, gentle, caring. many things he's believed to have forgotten for a long time until they've met. and maybe they both really just were two broken people who've thought they'd forsaken their humanity only to find it again. or maybe it was only like this from his side; it's not precisely something that'd be tactful to inquire about. he isn't too sure if his touch is welcome so instead he lifts it ever so slightly to ensure the weight of it is little more than the ghost of a touch while thin, weary smile shows on otherwise untelling features. ❛ sometimes i wish you could see yourself from my eyes, i'm certain you would see how wonderful you are. always have been. ❜ it's vague in how exactly, little more than words uttered in sincerity to try conveying some sort of meaning; to let her in just a little. it's ... hard, he'll admit.

and yet when his other hand, the one who'd been idly resting 'gainst his side, comes to hide in the inside of his cloak he wonders if it even has any meaning; if his words hold any weight. he wasn't exactly the kind of person one would usually listen too, he assumes. but even if his words hold no real weight he hopes that at least the way his facade falls, the way his lips curl into a smile just the tiniest bit wider than before, the way his eyebrows cease to crease and in the way his eyes hold a spark of ... something akin to adoration for velvet; he's unused to such things. almost feels his face hurt in the way it shifts far away from every expression he usually wears. and yet he can't help it, can't fight it off or anything. doesn't even want to. ❛ i wish that one day, i'll be able to convey that to you properly, min elskede. ❜

unprompted. || always accepting

─「ベルベット」─ the SILENCE that was broken by the words from the thief did catch her attention, though when her gaze finally lifted from where she was directing them towards him, the therion was greeted by his side profile as he had already stared off into the distance. negatively, he said. velvet wanted to respond in turn that it was nothing but TRUTH in which she viewed herself, that she was nothing but a monster with both her own existence and what she had become. the hand that had DEVOURED many souls and daemons alike, how could she associated anything but negative emotions to herself when everything around her was nothing short of TRAGEDY in and out of itself ?

                VELVET kept silent, however. despite her wanting to say otherwise that she wasn't anything as wonderful as he had described, the sincerity in his tone, the tenderness in his touch, the warmth and CARE he poured in every moment his hand made contact to her own without him fearing if one day he would be the one being devoured by her ... it made the lord of calamity shake slightly, fingertips quivering and heart THUMPING inside her own ribcage. the very heart she thought had lost the right to feel always beat so loudly in his presence.

                it was difficult for him to convey his own emotions, but the fact that he still tried his HARDEST to let her feel what he was feeling. the smallest of details she caught, his facade and mask DROPPING when he was with her, those eyes which held that hint of affection, of genuine adoration she had never felt or received from anyone before.

                wordlessly, her arm reached out and looped itself around his form, pulling her into her HOLD as her limbs wrapped themselves protectively around the thief. the THERION buried her face into his shoulder, allowing her own demeanor and built up wall to fall only around him. because he allowed himself to be exposed for her, she would allow her own VULNERABILITY to be seen by him too.

                only him.

                " i might never see myself the way you see me ... talon. it's been too late to change how i am or how i see myself. i've long accepted the fact that i'm a monster ... but — "

                " — you did convey it to me ... your feelings, your emotions. everything. i see them, i feel all of them. " lips thinned, as her arms tightened around his form, being careful not to HURT him with her strength. but the way her body trembled slightly as she held him was a proof of how, for once in her life, she had become scared of losing another after she had sworn to NEVER trust ... to never loved again.

                " thank you ... for accepting me as i am, monster and all. "

                and if this monster has a heart, then it belongs to you.

.[ @deathbled ]