[ The sound of his voice in itself is a precious lifeline; itās strong and steadfast just as he is, and it beckons her back into reality slowly but surely. She canāt hear his words so clearly through the pain, but he makes her want to hear, to listen, and that will surely help her find her way.
It gets just a bit easier once theyāre kneeling and warmth continues to flood through her, seemingly melting away the lingering, nightmarish frost sheās been unwittingly carrying with her all night. Her hand loosens and lets go of his shirt and instead pulls his hand away from her cheek— but only so she can lace their fingers together. She needs to feel anchored to him. She needs every reminder that heās not going to let her go. Heās not going to leave her in the cold.
When he next speaks, she can hear him more clearly, and as soon as his words reach her, she realizes what heās doing. The voice in your head is lying to you - it doesnāt escape her, how his words echo those of their beloved and dearly missed sunshine.
āI donāt know where that nasty little voice in your head that tells you that youāre not worthy came from, but Iām here to tell it that itāsĀ wrong. We both are.ā
He had said it first when Ori confided her feelings in them, telling them both that she didnāt feel like she deserved to be with them. And heād said it, too, in that dark alleyway as they narrowly brought Diluc back from the brink.
āI donāt know what that nasty voice in your head is telling you, but Iām here to tell it that itāsĀ wrong. We both are.ā
Somehow, she manages to laugh fondly at the realization, so softly to the point that itās barely audible; tears begin to stream down her face, but they donāt seem to be tears borne out of sorrow. Dilucās firebird nuzzles her, and she lets herself feel relief. The pain of the healing process persists necessarily, but because of Diluc, because of her moonlightā¦ Itās alright. She knows itās going to be alright.
Clarity floods into her eyes as sheās able to really look at him again, amber finding a bright, brilliant red, and his warmth finds its way to her chest as long last. Each and every thing he says is a healing word that stamps out the insidious voices of her nightmares and she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the surface until she can finally breathe again.
āThe sun and stars need their moon. How else will we find our way through the dark?ā
She had remembered those words in the depths of Eustaceās waking nightmare earlier, too, and of course she remembers them now as Diluc beautifully recounts Thomaās words in his own way. She is so lucky, she thinks. Her sun and her moon are always saving and protecting her, even when one of them is no longer here. Just as she is his precious starlight, he is her beloved moonlight. And the while the moon may wax and wane, it is always there even in the darkness, staunch and resolute and unyielding. Right now, as she listens to him, as his words fill her heart to bursting and her eyes with more joyous, grateful tears, he shines for her in this dark, cold and harrowing night. And with his words, he promises her the dawn. She falls in love with him all the more for it. ]
Iā¦ I wonāt. I wonāt drownā¦
[ She knows that he would never let her. Her moon would pull the tides and her along with them. His voice breaks - almost imperceptibly so - and it's that which pulls her back to shore, bids her to let go of his hands so that she can reach up to pull his face towards hers, pressing their foreheads together. She is grateful for him, certainly, but she is also so proud of him, knowing that his strengths aren't typically in healing, and that he has been faced with doing this without Thoma here to be their sun.
The last of the nightmare energy begins to dissipate into the air like ashes. ]
Youāre doing wonderfully, my moonlight. Thank you...
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It gets just a bit easier once theyāre kneeling and warmth continues to flood through her, seemingly melting away the lingering, nightmarish frost sheās been unwittingly carrying with her all night. Her hand loosens and lets go of his shirt and instead pulls his hand away from her cheek— but only so she can lace their fingers together. She needs to feel anchored to him. She needs every reminder that heās not going to let her go. Heās not going to leave her in the cold.
When he next speaks, she can hear him more clearly, and as soon as his words reach her, she realizes what heās doing. The voice in your head is lying to you - it doesnāt escape her, how his words echo those of their beloved and dearly missed sunshine.
āI donāt know where that nasty little voice in your head that tells you that youāre not worthy came from, but Iām here to tell it that itāsĀ wrong. We both are.ā
He had said it first when Ori confided her feelings in them, telling them both that she didnāt feel like she deserved to be with them. And heād said it, too, in that dark alleyway as they narrowly brought Diluc back from the brink.
āI donāt know what that nasty voice in your head is telling you, but Iām here to tell it that itāsĀ wrong. We both are.ā
Somehow, she manages to laugh fondly at the realization, so softly to the point that itās barely audible; tears begin to stream down her face, but they donāt seem to be tears borne out of sorrow. Dilucās firebird nuzzles her, and she lets herself feel relief. The pain of the healing process persists necessarily, but because of Diluc, because of her moonlightā¦ Itās alright. She knows itās going to be alright.
Clarity floods into her eyes as sheās able to really look at him again, amber finding a bright, brilliant red, and his warmth finds its way to her chest as long last. Each and every thing he says is a healing word that stamps out the insidious voices of her nightmares and she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the surface until she can finally breathe again.
āThe sun and stars need their moon. How else will we find our way through the dark?ā
She had remembered those words in the depths of Eustaceās waking nightmare earlier, too, and of course she remembers them now as Diluc beautifully recounts Thomaās words in his own way. She is so lucky, she thinks. Her sun and her moon are always saving and protecting her, even when one of them is no longer here. Just as she is his precious starlight, he is her beloved moonlight. And the while the moon may wax and wane, it is always there even in the darkness, staunch and resolute and unyielding. Right now, as she listens to him, as his words fill her heart to bursting and her eyes with more joyous, grateful tears, he shines for her in this dark, cold and harrowing night. And with his words, he promises her the dawn. She falls in love with him all the more for it. ]
Iā¦ I wonāt. I wonāt drownā¦
[ She knows that he would never let her. Her moon would pull the tides and her along with them. His voice breaks - almost imperceptibly so - and it's that which pulls her back to shore, bids her to let go of his hands so that she can reach up to pull his face towards hers, pressing their foreheads together. She is grateful for him, certainly, but she is also so proud of him, knowing that his strengths aren't typically in healing, and that he has been faced with doing this without Thoma here to be their sun.
The last of the nightmare energy begins to dissipate into the air like ashes. ]
Youāre doing wonderfully, my moonlight. Thank you...