[ it's okay. it's the same way they've leaned on each other in the resort - bolstering one where the other falters. the visceral pain of a heart rended open is familiar, but near ironic, in reverse. a metal man, a mortal heart, not the other way around.
the minute vi turns to hide her face, strohl shifts to put himself in front of her, to block off the sight so she can keep her face in the broad side of his shoulderblade. every single muscle in his body is tense, jaw tight, eyes forward - still, it makes for a steady wall to lean on, something safe. ]
Knife to the heart. [ just loud enough to be heard - unspoken i've got you, it's over. for now, he watches, the magic man and justice, a maelstrom of horrors in an execution more drawn out that the sanctoresses ever could have been. it's never going to get any easier. and it shouldn't, either. ]
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the minute vi turns to hide her face, strohl shifts to put himself in front of her, to block off the sight so she can keep her face in the broad side of his shoulderblade. every single muscle in his body is tense, jaw tight, eyes forward - still, it makes for a steady wall to lean on, something safe. ]
Knife to the heart. [ just loud enough to be heard - unspoken i've got you, it's over. for now, he watches, the magic man and justice, a maelstrom of horrors in an execution more drawn out that the sanctoresses ever could have been. it's never going to get any easier. and it shouldn't, either. ]