#SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO HATYE HIM? OH MYGOD

[trailblczed]

Oh- He fucked up. He fucked up bad.

The guilt stabbing his heart is nothing compared to the torment his friend is going through. Those tears are way too real- the jerky motions- no way intentional. His name wheezed out-- It's gonna take more than a simple apology for ruining her clothing to fix this.

❛ END SCENE! ❜

The Nameless tries not to sound too aggressive, or desperate- also tries to keep his voice from being too loud- March is right in front of him after all. Don't need to hurt her more than he already has.

Caelus quickly wipes whatever residue is left on his hand off on his clothes ( a clean spot, so it'll actually come off and not add more of a mess ) before reaching up to wipe at some of her tears, sneaking his hand carefully in between her own furious scrubbing. Ya know- he doesn't like making people cry ( by accident- Skott doesn't count. That is purely intentional- ) but especially not his family. Not March. She's always so cheerful.. he's a horrible friend. Even if this is just an act, he should have been more careful with his actions and wording. Or at the very least, not been so over the top on something that could have been sensitive to anyone really. A lesson learned the hard way..

❛ Hey- Hey. It's okay- ssshhh I'm right here. ❜

He did this. He did this to her. He has no one to blame but himself. The least he can do it get her out of here so the lass can have some time alone- or at least without stranger's eyes on her during a vulnerable moment. Even though March pulled herself away from him after the initial attempt to steady herself, Caelus ain't having that. Gentle hands come and tug her towards him, pulling her full weight against him as he curls his hand around the back of her head and moves to cradle it in his shoulder. Comforting whispers is all he can do for a few moments, trying his best to at least prevent March from getting any more upset.

❛ It's alright- We're done. No more. We're okay. ❜

That feeling of his character's affection is nothing compared to his own, personal, adoration and fondness Caelus has for March- but the actions are translating over from the act. Multiple instances of lips pressing delicately into pink locks that cover a weeping girl's temples are the display chosen. He thinks nothing particularly of it, but the silver hopes that it at least portrays his genuine intent to ease her soul, to share his love for her.

Caelus gives her a few moments to at least just breathe before deciding that it was safe enough to get them both out of there. He isn't sure if March could walk given the current situation, but he has a plan for that. Once again, gentle hands come to scoop up under the girls knees and one around her lower back, still keeping her face protected from the world between his shoulder and neck. He must protect her-- So lad stands up, and swiftly takes the lass out of there.

❛ C'mon... Let's go home- yeah? ❜

Something tells Caelus that he's going to be in for a long night of cuddles..

and he's perfectly okay with that.

and she breaks.

“ah...?” the first tear rolls down her face like a bad omen, and then suddenly she's not sure how to stop. his name turns into a choked cry on her lips as she launches her full weight at him, face ending up buried in his chest. this is what's real. he's real, see? he's still here. ugh, this is all so stupid. march jerks herself away just as abruptly, hands rubbing furiously at her eyes. “i don't wanna do this anymore,” she mumbles.

it's not real. he's not dying. she knows that in her head.

but in her heart, march 7th has nothing but the crew of the astral express. she is a girl with no past, and all of her hopes and dreams of the future lay cradled on a train and its star rail. if it's gone? if her friends, her family, if they're all gone...

what will march 7th have left?

she has always feared forgetting. but remembering is painful, too. remembering is knowing that she had something and lost it.

a slow shake of her head. everyone is still watching—and of course they are. this is supposed to be a scene. she's supposed to be acting. caelus was doing good too, until she ruined it. “i'm sorry,” her voice shrinks and march does too, folding into herself. “i'm scared...i don't want to do this anymore.”