Re: Log: Seven/Liam
Within the cocoon of those white wings, the only sound that he heard at first was his own haggard breath. Pale skin was damp with the cold sweat that had erupted with the violent reaction, and when hands reached in, violating the protective bubble he had formed around himself, he nearly skittered away. But then calm palms, cool and dry against clammy skin, found his shoulders and there was no moving away from that. A breath hitched in his chest, shuddering and choking. The name that had caused all of this was still there, tickling his thoughts, his tongue, though not a word fell from his lips. His jaw was tight, clenched so tight that it would ache the next day, and those hands didn't leave, didn't let him skitter away.
Wings shuddered for a brief moment before the cocoon relaxed, wild eyes and sweat-dampened hair as cool air bit at bare skin, wings folding, settling against his back. He reached up slowly, fingers a claw of tension, until he could touch Seven's arm, and only then did his jaw relax, did the tension in his neck and face ease.
Nothing was said, but a breath escaped him as his hand clamped down white-knuckled tight, a strangle-hold on the one stable thing in a world that rocked him from side to side. Tears wet his cheeks, eyes blood-shot and bright red, and in that silence was a frightened desperation, an animal that wanted nothing more than to be loved, to be comforted, but didn't know how to bring itself to be helped.