Badou is blunt rust and sharp edges. it's not that she'd been expecting cruelty, but... perhaps at least for his kindness to be fumbled, awkward, better served silent. instead what she gets is— it rolls out of him and seeps into her, into all the stresstense muscles her little frame has to offer, under all the aches and over all the scars. it curls in her chest and wallows there, a hungry crocodile whose prey of choice is hurt.
she feels safe.
the guilt, a few short moments later, as she realises he gave her that and he probably doesn't understand yet, is crippling. but it buys her time. space to find something to do with all these strings.
breath rushing out in an audible sigh, Nill affords herself a small smile as her head turns to the side, forehead lowering to press against his shoulder for a moment; part acceptance, part thanks - all relief ]
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Badou is blunt rust and sharp edges. it's not that she'd been expecting cruelty, but... perhaps at least for his kindness to be fumbled, awkward, better served silent. instead what she gets is— it rolls out of him and seeps into her, into all the stresstense muscles her little frame has to offer, under all the aches and over all the scars. it curls in her chest and wallows there, a hungry crocodile whose prey of choice is hurt.
she feels safe.
the guilt, a few short moments later, as she realises he gave her that and he probably doesn't understand yet, is crippling. but it buys her time. space to find something to do with all these strings.
breath rushing out in an audible sigh, Nill affords herself a small smile as her head turns to the side, forehead lowering to press against his shoulder for a moment; part acceptance, part thanks - all relief ]