[ There it was. Those tears, the tiny sob that wracked his form, shattering Silver's calm facade. As much as Lilia would pretend not to see it, pretend to not know some of what may be hitting the sweet boy this hard. Removing one arm from Silver, Lilia slips his arm out of his jacket's sleeve. He carefully maneuvers until he's slipped his jacket off completely. With a quick motion, the all too large for Lilia coat is pulled around Silver.
To surround him in warmth, comfort. Silver is still just a boy, dealing with the consequences of the pain life threw at them. Had he not prepared this boy enough for the time where they'd need to part? Like that bat Silver and Sebek had brought back to Diasomnia, would Silver cling to him as much as he could?
Lilia's hold on Silver tightens once the jacket is wrapped around him, as though the jacket itself was a makeshift blanket. Had he not felt so weak still from his exhaustion mixed with the effects of whatever had creeped into his system, Lilia would lift Silver into his arms and carry the boy somewhere more comfortable. Not that he knew where to go, within the place Silver had brought him.]
I've got you.
[ Three murmured words, as his own eyes prick with tears. Ah, the nostalgia this brings -- a reminder of the pain Lilia himself was trying to bury deep, never to surface again. His hold tightens further, now on the very verge of being crushing. He knew the limits of a human body, and yet...
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for Liliacoat is pulled around Silver.To surround him in warmth, comfort.
Silver is still just a boy, dealing with the consequences of the pain life threw at them. Had he not prepared this boy enough for the time where they'd need to part? Like that bat Silver and Sebek had brought back to Diasomnia, would Silver cling to him as much as he could?
Lilia's hold on Silver tightens once the jacket is wrapped around him, as though the jacket itself was a makeshift blanket. Had he not felt so weak still from his exhaustion mixed with the effects of whatever had creeped into his system, Lilia would lift Silver into his arms and carry the boy somewhere more comfortable. Not that he knew where to go, within the place Silver had brought him.]
I've got you.
[ Three murmured words, as his own eyes prick with tears. Ah, the nostalgia this brings -- a reminder of the pain Lilia himself was trying to bury deep, never to surface again. His hold tightens further, now on the very verge of being crushing. He knew the limits of a human body, and yet...
How could he let go of Silver in this state? ]