( AN OPEN POST #3 )

[charmlessness]

 
 
 

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[immigrantsong]

[ she's hurt and he knows the doing is his. the wound he left behind, it sat in her chest and heaved heavily inside with every breath she took. he would have to live with that; he would have to live with knowing she bled inside for his choices.

her words bring a softness to his features. the pit, nyssa said, brought a youthfulness to him again, but he appears older, gaunt, in the shadow. his true nature, revealed — sunken and forlorn. the ghost of a man who should no longer walk this plane. ]

Felicity — [ her name is foreign on his tongue, sacred. ] I'm so sorry.

[ sincere, the phrase cracks under the weight he feels. ] I did what needed to be done in order to keep you — [ ( always you ) ] all of you — safe.

[ the palm of his hand longs for the warmth of her cheek, the tightness of her embrace. he wants to come home again, but he isn't ready. the climb is not yet met. she remains at arms' length. ]

I knew that if I could face him, no matter the outcome, you would live.

[ he shakes his head. ]

I never meant to leave you haunted.