[ that's okay. they can just sit here and be very, very sad together!!!!
it's finally when harrow comes to sit down that he notices - stirring out of his thoughts at her presence, and tilting his head to the side to actually look. bixing manages a soft, surprised ] Harrowhark. [ in that watery way that suggests that he has almost definitely been crying, and he reaches up to rub his wrist over his eye, briefly, and sucks in a breath.
the next time he talks, he sounds a little more normal, like pulling up the stitches into composure. ] Are you okay?
[ the company helps, even if it's just a little. a little bit of commisery. ]
...It is. [ his voice is quiet, and sounding just - very, very tired, as he gazes up overhead, and falls quiet for a little longer. thoughtful, reflective.
and then, eventually: ] We've always gotten along really well. I was starting to think of him a little bit like a protege.
I think... well, logically, I know that it's not the end. Not really. I'll leave a message for him, and then hear from him, in a few days. I know they're somewhere, and that they're not gone forever, but... it doesn't ever soften the blow.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
outsidebones) wrote2023-02-05 05:03 pm
no subject
no subject
it's finally when harrow comes to sit down that he notices - stirring out of his thoughts at her presence, and tilting his head to the side to actually look. bixing manages a soft, surprised ] Harrowhark. [ in that watery way that suggests that he has almost definitely been crying, and he reaches up to rub his wrist over his eye, briefly, and sucks in a breath.
the next time he talks, he sounds a little more normal, like pulling up the stitches into composure. ] Are you okay?
no subject
[she gives a heavy sigh, tired, not sure how to help, not wanting him to put himself back so easily but also inherently uncomfortable.]
This one is hard.
no subject
...It is. [ his voice is quiet, and sounding just - very, very tired, as he gazes up overhead, and falls quiet for a little longer. thoughtful, reflective.
and then, eventually: ] We've always gotten along really well. I was starting to think of him a little bit like a protege.
I think... well, logically, I know that it's not the end. Not really. I'll leave a message for him, and then hear from him, in a few days. I know they're somewhere, and that they're not gone forever, but... it doesn't ever soften the blow.
no subject
[she nods a little.]
He was nice. I liked talking to him.]
no subject
bixing makes a little noise, turning his head to look at harrow fully, and giving her a little smile. ]
Me too. [ ... ] It's been a terribly long six weeks, hasn't it?