[Before she had been ripped from her world, the closest Hayame had ever come to even knowing what an embrace was supposed to feel like had been that final day, when Matsukaze had seized her by the shoulder to try and bring her back from the brink of despair, to get from her what information she'd learned that would bring their ruin. Since then, there has been a time or two that she has been taken that way again, folded shocked, upset, or unwilling into warm arms she never felt she deserved or should take comfort in, but-
She hasn't done it herself. She doesn't know the right way to hold so that she doesn't hurt them by accident, she doesn't even know if she has the capacity to make someone feel better. The closest she had ever come to holding someone else... had been Liem's shard, in the dark of the northern Alenroux woods, her hands slick with blood and her only remaining eye blinded, clutching the sharp gem to her chest after desperately groping about in the grass for her companion only to find stone. She had meant to catch his body in the roots in her arms... but he had been dust before she could.
This time... this time he is a man, and he is alive, and his Discord fairly radiates off of him, but she doesn't care. He'll be able to feel her hearts pounding in both her chests where she clutches him close, her forelegs pawing at the earth on either side of his legs as she tries to find the right height, the right angle... So taken by the confusion of the motion and attempting to do it well, she doesn't even realize until he takes hold of her forearm that... skin contact, of course, they have to-
The last time she had touched him, she had snapped his neck, thinking to save him from the despair of Meridian and punish him for his betrayal all at once, but now... Her hands move tentatively into his hair and cradle his head, a low, pained sound rumbling in her breast as she tries to open herself up to the cold lash of his Discord.]
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She hasn't done it herself. She doesn't know the right way to hold so that she doesn't hurt them by accident, she doesn't even know if she has the capacity to make someone feel better. The closest she had ever come to holding someone else... had been Liem's shard, in the dark of the northern Alenroux woods, her hands slick with blood and her only remaining eye blinded, clutching the sharp gem to her chest after desperately groping about in the grass for her companion only to find stone. She had meant to catch his body in the roots in her arms... but he had been dust before she could.
This time... this time he is a man, and he is alive, and his Discord fairly radiates off of him, but she doesn't care. He'll be able to feel her hearts pounding in both her chests where she clutches him close, her forelegs pawing at the earth on either side of his legs as she tries to find the right height, the right angle... So taken by the confusion of the motion and attempting to do it well, she doesn't even realize until he takes hold of her forearm that... skin contact, of course, they have to-
The last time she had touched him, she had snapped his neck, thinking to save him from the despair of Meridian and punish him for his betrayal all at once, but now... Her hands move tentatively into his hair and cradle his head, a low, pained sound rumbling in her breast as she tries to open herself up to the cold lash of his Discord.]