- ◤Corαlyn Dubois◥
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𓆰 | I'm feeling Worried but supportive | I'm speaking to Prometheus Titus and Promullar | Where am I? The grocery store, home | What am I wearing? Putting effort again
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It was hard to say the least, feeling like a fraud when she was trying to console him while going through a feeling of despair of her own. She didn't want him to see that, granted he admitted to have seen quite a bit of her life despite her not getting a chance to share it all, it still made her feel uneasy of herself trying to portray herself as this positive being he took her to be. Yet, she didn't want to leave him like this, suffering. "I don't. But even if I did, I'm sure my answer would be the same." she signed before she could pull him into an embrace again.
The way he spoke made her try and push that thought away with a gentle squeeze and shook her head in denial. Even if he felt like he didn't belong among the living, however delusional or crazy he might have thought of her for wanting him there just after some brief interactions, she did. She couldn't imagine going about her day now that she knew he existed and didn't think he should be gone just because he hurt some people. "The reason you are here now is because you are meant to be." she signed, as firmly as she could put it. Not necessarily her her house but, alive in general.
When his arms finally wrap around her, her shoulders dropped like a weight was lifted off of her, like she might have gotten through to him even the slightest bit. Her arms tightened around him like now that he surfaced, she wouldn't let him drown again, at least to the best of her abilities. She squeezed him, not too tight but enough to say she was glad he was okay. "It'll take time, but you'll find people and ways to see it grow." she signed as she pulled back to give him some space. She smiled, moving for his hand, squeezing it assuring him she knew what she was talking about. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching over to gently try and wipe at his tears and offer him anything he'd need.
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𓆰 | I'm feeling Worried but supportive | I'm speaking to Prometheus Titus and Promullar | Where am I? The grocery store, home | What am I wearing? Putting effort again
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It was hard to say the least, feeling like a fraud when she was trying to console him while going through a feeling of despair of her own. She didn't want him to see that, granted he admitted to have seen quite a bit of her life despite her not getting a chance to share it all, it still made her feel uneasy of herself trying to portray herself as this positive being he took her to be. Yet, she didn't want to leave him like this, suffering. "I don't. But even if I did, I'm sure my answer would be the same." she signed before she could pull him into an embrace again.
The way he spoke made her try and push that thought away with a gentle squeeze and shook her head in denial. Even if he felt like he didn't belong among the living, however delusional or crazy he might have thought of her for wanting him there just after some brief interactions, she did. She couldn't imagine going about her day now that she knew he existed and didn't think he should be gone just because he hurt some people. "The reason you are here now is because you are meant to be." she signed, as firmly as she could put it. Not necessarily her her house but, alive in general.
When his arms finally wrap around her, her shoulders dropped like a weight was lifted off of her, like she might have gotten through to him even the slightest bit. Her arms tightened around him like now that he surfaced, she wouldn't let him drown again, at least to the best of her abilities. She squeezed him, not too tight but enough to say she was glad he was okay. "It'll take time, but you'll find people and ways to see it grow." she signed as she pulled back to give him some space. She smiled, moving for his hand, squeezing it assuring him she knew what she was talking about. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching over to gently try and wipe at his tears and offer him anything he'd need.
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Out.Of.Crembrule. Coralyn communicates by Signing and Typing
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