| [Aug. 14th, 2008|11:55 pm] |
She chuckled, soft and low, and rubbed her face against him again as if doing it often enough might change his scent. Rub some of the anxiety away.
It didn't work that way. It never did. "S'good," she murmured, eyes drifting closed. "S'why people like you. 'Cause you actually care." There was something important in that. Something she was missing, something that had been a hole in her chest for years and years--every time she drove a friend away because they got too close, and every time she broke off from her clan because they asked too much.
"Some people don't care." Her words drifted on a haze. "An' sometimes you have to hurt friends." A startle made her aware, suddenly remembering carving her eye out with a blade--
Fingers brushed over her own lids, feeling the reassuring curve of eyes beneath, and she relaxed. Still two. She leaned against Ryouma, too tired to pull her hand away from her face. With a few more uncertain breaths, she let the drugs muffle anxiety.
She'd been saying something.
Ryouma didn't want to hurt his friends. Her hand slid from her face to his skin as she rubbed her cheek against his chest. "'Sides, you're not gonna hurt us. You're too... safe."
Safe enough to lean against, in a hospital room without familiar or family, impossibly weak and drugged out of her mind. And she still knew she wouldn't be hurt.
Tsume nodded slowly. "Defin'ly safe." |
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