[ A week later, she can still feel, taste the sensation on her lips, when she brought her mouth to his, when she tried to revive him, kissing blood into his lips, that youthful blood that she had gathered up specifically for him. She always had to do that, because he was too soft - he never drank enough, always worried too much. The sobs continue, this somehow not becoming any easier the moment she said it.
She wasn't sure when it would ever be any easier.
Elda ends up nesting herself into Hanyuu's form, hugging her close to herself, resting her head into her shoulder. She tries to form more words, as if to explain herself, to clarify or... anything. Some pleasant memory, some assurances for the other woman. Maybe even ab apology for resting this much on her, because on some level she is aware this is not her burden.
But she can't manage it. She is far to tired. Earlier today, she was accused of murder. Much like before, it was a murder that she should have committed. It's... disgusting. And on top of everything- James. ]
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She wasn't sure when it would ever be any easier.
Elda ends up nesting herself into Hanyuu's form, hugging her close to herself, resting her head into her shoulder. She tries to form more words, as if to explain herself, to clarify or... anything. Some pleasant memory, some assurances for the other woman. Maybe even ab apology for resting this much on her, because on some level she is aware this is not her burden.
But she can't manage it. She is far to tired. Earlier today, she was accused of murder. Much like before, it was a murder that she should have committed. It's... disgusting. And on top of everything- James. ]
James... [ Inhale. ] That damned, foolish man.
[ Sob. ]