(There's a softness in his actions, he must have missed something in the end then. Despite himself in the end he did shift, his arms comfortably around her in a better fashion yet he did start to wonder how far her grief went. His warmth was likely bad enough and yet he in the end held her like a lover.
Part of him still was hating himself over it and yet... despite that, he did not stop himself from doing this much in the end. He was always a well guarded man. His emotions, his thoughts, everything was kept perfectly in check around others.)
... what do you actually like then instead of ice?
(He isn't the best at this and he knew it. He swears he noticed briefly the pain despite her attempting to hide it even but he won't press her further on that.
So for once he would take furthering his own discomfort if it meant that she didn't have to feel as much grief and sorrow over his words.)
I'm sorry if it's too bold after my earlier comment but I did not intend to dredge up old memories, painful or not. My thought was that it's as if you were like ice, cold but fierce, frozen but pushing... or perhaps even something beautiful despite our differences.
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(There's a softness in his actions, he must have missed something in the end then. Despite himself in the end he did shift, his arms comfortably around her in a better fashion yet he did start to wonder how far her grief went. His warmth was likely bad enough and yet he in the end held her like a lover.
Part of him still was hating himself over it and yet... despite that, he did not stop himself from doing this much in the end. He was always a well guarded man. His emotions, his thoughts, everything was kept perfectly in check around others.)
... what do you actually like then instead of ice?
(He isn't the best at this and he knew it. He swears he noticed briefly the pain despite her attempting to hide it even but he won't press her further on that.
So for once he would take furthering his own discomfort if it meant that she didn't have to feel as much grief and sorrow over his words.)
I'm sorry if it's too bold after my earlier comment but I did not intend to dredge up old memories, painful or not. My thought was that it's as if you were like ice, cold but fierce, frozen but pushing... or perhaps even something beautiful despite our differences.
(... he never was good at poetics here.)