Re: Log: Seven/Liam
It was the combination of touch and soft words, the kiss against his hairline, it was that combination that drew him back to the here and the now and away from the things that threatened to gouge and harm. He didn't protest physically or verbally when Seven pulled him closer, arms wound around him, brushing against snow-white wings. He didn't protest and he didn't say a word, instead pressing a damp forehead against Seven's shoulder.
Those soft words trailed over him, a whisper that reached down deep and soothed some ache he hadn't been able to name. The grip on the man's arm rested, fingers smoothing for a moment in apology over the grooves he had pressed in to the other's skin with that moment of panic and fear. The panic was starting to subside, the pain that thrummed and pushed him along became an echo of its former self, but it still lingered, warning him to be careful. Warning him to not push that wall again.
So he didn't. Instead he just let himself relax. Here was safe (You're safe.) And here was love. (I love you.) It called back an echo of daysweeksmonths prior when things had been different, when shadows didn't lay over his memories and thoughts. And he believed those words, even if he didn't remember them. He believed them and he held onto them as his shoulders drooped slightly and he let out a breath that shuddered in the cage of his chest.