[ she hates it, that look on his face, the flash in his eyes that bespeaks so much more than he's telling. she hates that he is in pain at all, that the gods would be so unfair to him in all ways, seemingly from the very moment of his birth. he deserves better. he deserves more. but then, so many do.
it's an injustice that never sits well with her, that good people should have to suffer so disproportionately, and in all her days of lonely travel it is something she had never been able to come to terms with. eorzea was a wild place, its people petty and brutal, its weather and world inconstant and dangerous even at the best of times and alisaie had lost so much to it, been unable to save far too many people. good people. here, it seems, is no different, and she cannot fathom why he should ever have to feel sad, he who brings so much light and warmth into the world, into her life - painfully, she can't help but be reminded of emery. her smile was so like his, her life, in the end, so unjustly taken.
once he is gone she sighs and draws her legs up, looping her arms over her knees and resting her chin upon them. a tightness is building in her chest that clutches at her throat and threatens to tip her, to burgeon into heat and prickling tears all underlined by a silent, righteous fury that roils in her heart. with clenched teeth she presses it down, her fingers caught in her sleeves, her aching eyes closed.
all she can do is wait, and hope that he won't be too long. or worse, that he won't come back at all, that he'll stay away out of some backwards notion that he doesn't deserve to be here. it's not as if she could easily chase him down were he to isolate himself, but you'd better be sure that if he doesn't return soon enough for her liking she will do just that, flu or no flu. ]
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it's an injustice that never sits well with her, that good people should have to suffer so disproportionately, and in all her days of lonely travel it is something she had never been able to come to terms with. eorzea was a wild place, its people petty and brutal, its weather and world inconstant and dangerous even at the best of times and alisaie had lost so much to it, been unable to save far too many people. good people. here, it seems, is no different, and she cannot fathom why he should ever have to feel sad, he who brings so much light and warmth into the world, into her life - painfully, she can't help but be reminded of emery. her smile was so like his, her life, in the end, so unjustly taken.
once he is gone she sighs and draws her legs up, looping her arms over her knees and resting her chin upon them. a tightness is building in her chest that clutches at her throat and threatens to tip her, to burgeon into heat and prickling tears all underlined by a silent, righteous fury that roils in her heart. with clenched teeth she presses it down, her fingers caught in her sleeves, her aching eyes closed.
all she can do is wait, and hope that he won't be too long. or worse, that he won't come back at all, that he'll stay away out of some backwards notion that he doesn't deserve to be here. it's not as if she could easily chase him down were he to isolate himself, but you'd better be sure that if he doesn't return soon enough for her liking she will do just that, flu or no flu. ]