( only external. the illusion that harmony creates wouldn't come with a sensation that lies anywhere skin-deep. sunday's fingers feel longer, the width of his palm bigger, more secure than the portrait that his facade had created. but it's still solace. that they don't really touch for it to be familiar is... a thought she won't dwell on too critically when she understands what distance can create. for now, it's enough when it's rare for her brother to let anyone touch him at all.
what stings a little is that he's already pivoting towards damage control, and she's so used to his protection that it would be easy to fall back on it, to believe in the gold-spun illusion and let nothing change at all. it isn't distrust — even if his betrayal had hurt hardest because of her belief, but even now, it doesn't color her memories or any thought of him that she has. his intentions had been good. they will always be. no doubt he's already gutted enough for the both of them if he's still refusing to show his face.
... no. they'll have to... talk about it later. it seems kinder to let him assuage her concerns with his presence even if the words don't hold substance. it's a compromise she's willing to make as long as he won't let go. they'll deal with the suit, they'll find an exit, and she'll consider it gods' blessing that they can do it all together. )
I have faith, dear brother. ( simply, in that gentle, harmonic thrum. even after everything. because of everything, with perfect, unerring trust: ) Anything you request of me, I will do my utmost to promise you.
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what stings a little is that he's already pivoting towards damage control, and she's so used to his protection that it would be easy to fall back on it, to believe in the gold-spun illusion and let nothing change at all. it isn't distrust — even if his betrayal had hurt hardest because of her belief, but even now, it doesn't color her memories or any thought of him that she has. his intentions had been good. they will always be. no doubt he's already gutted enough for the both of them if he's still refusing to show his face.
... no. they'll have to... talk about it later. it seems kinder to let him assuage her concerns with his presence even if the words don't hold substance. it's a compromise she's willing to make as long as he won't let go. they'll deal with the suit, they'll find an exit, and she'll consider it gods' blessing that they can do it all together. )
I have faith, dear brother. ( simply, in that gentle, harmonic thrum. even after everything. because of everything, with perfect, unerring trust: ) Anything you request of me, I will do my utmost to promise you.