[Her wrist tilts as she struggles to accept that it's not just a trick of her mind, that his name isn't going to just pop back into place right next to the others, like a blip, or an accident, a network hiccup. He should be there, right after Four, nestled next to Eight, where her Doctors are supposed to be. He should be there, grey but coming home.
Grey but coming home to her, where she could put her arms around him and tell him-- But she can't think, can't move more than that tilt to let Braxiatel see, and there aren't words, and the cold is spreading, creeping into her bones. But she's not Antedan enough, not anymore, and she knows that this trauma is worse than anything Asgard has ever thrown at her. This isn't something the cold can protect her from.
Ril is afraid, she is afraid as her world itself shatters. Somewhere there's a blue coat without an owner and a silver bracelet wobbling on the pavement, collapsing in on the space where he used to be. Ril can feel the tight way the room presses in on her, the way her vision clouds and ripples as soundless tears roll down her cheeks. His voice is not his brother's.
But she thinks she hears it. If she's quiet, if she's very quiet, maybe she'll hear him again. Just once.]
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Grey but coming home to her, where she could put her arms around him and tell him-- But she can't think, can't move more than that tilt to let Braxiatel see, and there aren't words, and the cold is spreading, creeping into her bones. But she's not Antedan enough, not anymore, and she knows that this trauma is worse than anything Asgard has ever thrown at her. This isn't something the cold can protect her from.
Ril is afraid, she is afraid as her world itself shatters. Somewhere there's a blue coat without an owner and a silver bracelet wobbling on the pavement, collapsing in on the space where he used to be. Ril can feel the tight way the room presses in on her, the way her vision clouds and ripples as soundless tears roll down her cheeks. His voice is not his brother's.
But she thinks she hears it. If she's quiet, if she's very quiet, maybe she'll hear him again. Just once.]