[ oh, buddy. temenos' set shoulders drop an inch with that, and he exhales, too. when he looks away, temenos is still looking at him - because gods, isn't that a familiar feeling? the world just takes, and takes, and takes. ]
Caring for you does not equate to ending up a corpse. [ despite the firmness of this statement, it's more gentle than it was before. temenos is not one to sugarcoat much of anything, but he doesn't shy away from the emotional weight of it, either. it's what makes him good at his job, despite his everything.
"i'm tired of picking up the pieces", lucien says. somewhere, somewhere warm and hallucinatory, a voice says, you have to keep moving forward, even though we're gone. ]
I don't blame you, though. [ for being tired. he gets it. he really does. ] Perhaps you don't have to pick them all up at once, but the heart is a heavy burden to handle alone.
[ he will go lean against a wall, not flinching as his back hits it but his face does grimace, sliding halfway down it - going to worry the end of his braid instead. ]
Sometimes things are too broken to fix. [ his gaze flicks around the room still, wild. ] The only way to begin again is to start anew.
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[ that's what happens to anyone who tries to care, to anyone he allows the attempt. he deflates, exhausted, eyes wandering the room again. ]
I'm tired of picking up the pieces.
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Caring for you does not equate to ending up a corpse. [ despite the firmness of this statement, it's more gentle than it was before. temenos is not one to sugarcoat much of anything, but he doesn't shy away from the emotional weight of it, either. it's what makes him good at his job, despite his everything.
"i'm tired of picking up the pieces", lucien says. somewhere, somewhere warm and hallucinatory, a voice says, you have to keep moving forward, even though we're gone. ]
I don't blame you, though. [ for being tired. he gets it. he really does. ] Perhaps you don't have to pick them all up at once, but the heart is a heavy burden to handle alone.
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[ he will go lean against a wall, not flinching as his back hits it but his face does grimace, sliding halfway down it - going to worry the end of his braid instead. ]
Sometimes things are too broken to fix. [ his gaze flicks around the room still, wild. ] The only way to begin again is to start anew.