[ She still isn't quite used to just how warm it feels to be held. She'd been tense with fright, with anxiety but it all melts away when he pulls her in close like a morning frost gently thawed by sunlight. She lifts her own arms to wrap around him, tight, and her bruised fingers grip onto his shirt, like she's afraid he'll drift away if she doesn't anchor herself to him in every way that she can.
Doesn't he see? This is why she can't let him go to anyone else. Now that she's felt this warmth, she can't be left all by herself again. ]
It was heavy. [ She won't lie – V would see through that in a moment and it'd make it even more difficult for him to open his heart to her. ] It made my hands sting. But that didn't mean I was suffering while I held it. Don't you know that a rose is most beautiful while it still has thorns?
[ Not that Lambda has ever seen a rose or its thorns for herself, of course. ]
It was powerful, wasn't it? You saw how strong it was. That means your feelings must be just as strong. It made me so happy to know that. And it means I could bear any kind of weight if it means protecting your feelings.
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Doesn't he see? This is why she can't let him go to anyone else. Now that she's felt this warmth, she can't be left all by herself again. ]
It was heavy. [ She won't lie – V would see through that in a moment and it'd make it even more difficult for him to open his heart to her. ] It made my hands sting. But that didn't mean I was suffering while I held it. Don't you know that a rose is most beautiful while it still has thorns?
[ Not that Lambda has ever seen a rose or its thorns for herself, of course. ]
It was powerful, wasn't it? You saw how strong it was. That means your feelings must be just as strong. It made me so happy to know that. And it means I could bear any kind of weight if it means protecting your feelings.