[Even with his body pressed close and his hands clutching carefully at her coat, while he is drenched in discord like this, holding Liem still manages to be a cold and remote experience. His hard, cool body has almost no give at all as Hayame pulls it against her own; his hair is stiff, unwilling to yield to her fingers. If she were embracing a sculpture, the experience could scarcely be less rewarding.
But slowly, he does yield to her embrace. His arms slide more insistently around her equine shoulders; the hair beneath her fingers begins to feel soft instead of cool and smooth. Vitality and colour return to him like a landscape being unearthed from beneath snow and frost. He takes a breath, inhaling the familiar scent of her clothes and skin.
And when he takes another, it is closer to a gasp. His fingers tremble against her withers as the apathy that has weighed heavy on him since almost the very moment he first harmonized to Zenith finally sloughs free, and something like homesickness crashes into him at full force.]
Hayame.
[His voice is a rough whisper, and he has to fight the urge to tuck his suddenly-damp face against her clothes. He left. He just left her behind, and he never even said goodbye. Why— Why would he ever—]
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But slowly, he does yield to her embrace. His arms slide more insistently around her equine shoulders; the hair beneath her fingers begins to feel soft instead of cool and smooth. Vitality and colour return to him like a landscape being unearthed from beneath snow and frost. He takes a breath, inhaling the familiar scent of her clothes and skin.
And when he takes another, it is closer to a gasp. His fingers tremble against her withers as the apathy that has weighed heavy on him since almost the very moment he first harmonized to Zenith finally sloughs free, and something like homesickness crashes into him at full force.]
Hayame.
[His voice is a rough whisper, and he has to fight the urge to tuck his suddenly-damp face against her clothes. He left. He just left her behind, and he never even said goodbye. Why— Why would he ever—]
Are you… still angry with me?