[allowing, huh. flayn can't imagine not letting yin yu help with this if he wanted to - there's really nothing to allow. but perhaps he is simply referring to her asking him to join her in the first place.
there is a slight pause, and she reaches out, her fingers brushing lightly against his. she doesn't quite take his hand, but she's testing the waters.]
...this is a task that weighs heavily on me, but - it is easier, with you here.
wow i saw the typos in the tag before the last one ... *sense of
[ the brush of flayn's hand against his is starting to become something familiar, the tiniest crack in his armor that's developed over the past few weeks. at the execution, he hadn't turned it away, taking the lifeline for what it was. outward emotion and reactions are all things he tries to avoid, keeping a lid on the surprisingly emotional person underneath, because when he loses even an ounce of that control, bad things happen. it's just a fact of life.
but this doesn't feel so scary. time after time, it's been something to reach back out for. maybe, eventually, he'll be the first one to reach, too, but, when flayn's hand bumps his, he shifts to link their index fingers together, letting the rest fall in place. after all of that, yin yu's not sure if he has the ability to do much more.
but it's enough. he stays like that for a moment, looking at the display cases. ] ...I think so, too.
[ back at the island, he'd been touched by flayn's kindness. death, memorial - these were things that were important to him, because it was the very foundation of his life, now. he'd seen spirits forgotten or trapped more times than he could count, resentful because of their deaths or that no one loved them.
that hasn't changed. ] It's not much that we can do, but I'm glad this is here. [ i'm glad you're here, goes unsaid, but it's lingering there, too. ]
[i'm glad you're here too - neither one of them has to say it to know it, at this point. even flayn can recognize that it's a little easier to breathe when yin yu is with her. she isn't sure when it started happening, but she's more grateful for it than she has the words to express.
she hopes her being there does him even half as much good as his presence does her.
her hand stays in his as she sweeps her gaze over the display cases and the flowers that have been placed there. it's possible the dead will never even look here, as they're watching the camp - but she hopes, if they do, that they'll take some small measure of comfort from knowing that they haven't been forgotten.]
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there is a slight pause, and she reaches out, her fingers brushing lightly against his. she doesn't quite take his hand, but she's testing the waters.]
...this is a task that weighs heavily on me, but - it is easier, with you here.
wow i saw the typos in the tag before the last one ... *sense of
but this doesn't feel so scary. time after time, it's been something to reach back out for. maybe, eventually, he'll be the first one to reach, too, but, when flayn's hand bumps his, he shifts to link their index fingers together, letting the rest fall in place. after all of that, yin yu's not sure if he has the ability to do much more.
but it's enough. he stays like that for a moment, looking at the display cases. ] ...I think so, too.
[ back at the island, he'd been touched by flayn's kindness. death, memorial - these were things that were important to him, because it was the very foundation of his life, now. he'd seen spirits forgotten or trapped more times than he could count, resentful because of their deaths or that no one loved them.
that hasn't changed. ] It's not much that we can do, but I'm glad this is here. [ i'm glad you're here, goes unsaid, but it's lingering there, too. ]
me, a fool: ...there was a typo???
[i'm glad you're here too - neither one of them has to say it to know it, at this point. even flayn can recognize that it's a little easier to breathe when yin yu is with her. she isn't sure when it started happening, but she's more grateful for it than she has the words to express.
she hopes her being there does him even half as much good as his presence does her.
her hand stays in his as she sweeps her gaze over the display cases and the flowers that have been placed there. it's possible the dead will never even look here, as they're watching the camp - but she hopes, if they do, that they'll take some small measure of comfort from knowing that they haven't been forgotten.]