The thing crackling up his skin and making his blood cold, making his eyes waxy and dead. Now that they are opposites, Meridian and Zenith, she will be even more effective at cleansing it than she had been before, relying only on their complimentary Aspects. At least, for now, while they are opposites- something he has promised will not remain the case for long.
In that tent, hidden away from the rest of the mingle Liem Talbott had organized, she had insisted on holding his hands because that was the only way she'd known how to cleanse Discord in her limited experience. He had been strange about it, she'd thought so, cagey about how something so insignificant could do the job. It hadn't been insignificant to her. But she isn't the one crumbling from the inside. He's taking off his gloves, like he's going to try that same method again, for her sake, but. She does not want to wait that long. She does not want to stand here in this patch of land that used to be wood and was now a house just awkwardly lacing their fingers and waiting for his Discord to ease.
Hayame's own Discord is not an issue she considers. She's more concerned with the fact that she has never been taught how to comfort or hold another person, and she doesn't know if she'll even be capable of it now. But regardless of all of that, without thinking much further beyond the immediate desire to bring him back, drag him back... She reaches out not for his bare hands but to enfold him in a tight, somewhat awkward embrace, clutching the smaller man tight to her chest(s) and curling her fingers tight in the back of his clothes.]
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The thing crackling up his skin and making his blood cold, making his eyes waxy and dead. Now that they are opposites, Meridian and Zenith, she will be even more effective at cleansing it than she had been before, relying only on their complimentary Aspects. At least, for now, while they are opposites- something he has promised will not remain the case for long.
In that tent, hidden away from the rest of the mingle Liem Talbott had organized, she had insisted on holding his hands because that was the only way she'd known how to cleanse Discord in her limited experience. He had been strange about it, she'd thought so, cagey about how something so insignificant could do the job. It hadn't been insignificant to her. But she isn't the one crumbling from the inside. He's taking off his gloves, like he's going to try that same method again, for her sake, but. She does not want to wait that long. She does not want to stand here in this patch of land that used to be wood and was now a house just awkwardly lacing their fingers and waiting for his Discord to ease.
Hayame's own Discord is not an issue she considers. She's more concerned with the fact that she has never been taught how to comfort or hold another person, and she doesn't know if she'll even be capable of it now. But regardless of all of that, without thinking much further beyond the immediate desire to bring him back, drag him back... She reaches out not for his bare hands but to enfold him in a tight, somewhat awkward embrace, clutching the smaller man tight to her chest(s) and curling her fingers tight in the back of his clothes.]