Faye felt blankly confused, stuck in shock, for a pregnant moment. He hadn't meant it that way at all. And now here he was, hugging her.
What happened? Wasn't he going to be like the others and hate her. Scream at her. Want to kill her. Of course not.
She felt his arms around her and his head on her shoulder. Beyond him, she saw the indent in the sand where he had stood. She saw the ghost of the gun and finally fully felt it. Those things. Those terrifying things. It suddenly occurred to her why Keovari hated them so much. The memory of the one pointed at her left her cold. She could not imagine what Keovari must have felt. Faye feared little, but that little gun caused her a large amount of fear. She felt the tension of fear shudder through her body very slightly, then felt freed. Her mind snapped back to the Angel.
...Poor Rosiel!
Suddenly her body seemed to release it's frozen state. The small girl slipped her arms over the Angel's shoulders and around his neck, holding him close in an embrace. One hand cradled his head against her shoulder where he had placed it, petting gently.
"Oh! You must not be sorry. It was on my own usual error of judgment. You did not mean to harm me and I do truly know that. You must never believe yourself to be stupid," She hugged him tighter and shook her head gently, "I am the one who was mistaken. I beg your forgiveness for all my mistakes. You have been so kind to me, yet I have not even proven able to lend you health. I am so sorry. So very sorry."
She clung childishly to him, distantly feeling that if she just held on, he would forgive her and not hate her. She felt herself crying softly in relief, pure, deep relief.
As her mind continued to clear slowly and began to allow her to focus on the world, she realized that Rosiel's voice wasn't the only one she had heard. She frowned very slightly, but quietly assumed it may have been his own thoughts... Though it did not sound at all like what Rosiel's thoughts would seem to be. Why would he be taking humor in agreeing with himself?
She continued petting him gently, "And... You are not an idiot. Not in the least. If anyone is, that is Faye." She smiled slightly and let her eyes fall into focus on the world.
Faye intended to ignore her thoughts for a bit and focus on Rosiel, but that would require her to clear her head. She examined her subconscious 'happy-place', taking in the clear sea air and sweetly warm sun. The breeze had not died completely and was fluttering the various plants, lifting the spray of the waves enough to touch her cheeks. She imagined the salty taste of the ocean, feeling it from the air alone. The beautiful scent of the clear air lifted her spirits. As the breeze finished its job of drying her last tear, taking a deep breath, she was calmed.
"I'm sorry, Rosiel." She said softly, moving her head against his and hugging him tightly again.
What happened? Wasn't he going to be like the others and hate her. Scream at her. Want to kill her. Of course not.
She felt his arms around her and his head on her shoulder. Beyond him, she saw the indent in the sand where he had stood. She saw the ghost of the gun and finally fully felt it. Those things. Those terrifying things. It suddenly occurred to her why Keovari hated them so much. The memory of the one pointed at her left her cold. She could not imagine what Keovari must have felt. Faye feared little, but that little gun caused her a large amount of fear. She felt the tension of fear shudder through her body very slightly, then felt freed. Her mind snapped back to the Angel.
...Poor Rosiel!
Suddenly her body seemed to release it's frozen state. The small girl slipped her arms over the Angel's shoulders and around his neck, holding him close in an embrace. One hand cradled his head against her shoulder where he had placed it, petting gently.
"Oh! You must not be sorry. It was on my own usual error of judgment. You did not mean to harm me and I do truly know that. You must never believe yourself to be stupid," She hugged him tighter and shook her head gently, "I am the one who was mistaken. I beg your forgiveness for all my mistakes. You have been so kind to me, yet I have not even proven able to lend you health. I am so sorry. So very sorry."
She clung childishly to him, distantly feeling that if she just held on, he would forgive her and not hate her. She felt herself crying softly in relief, pure, deep relief.
As her mind continued to clear slowly and began to allow her to focus on the world, she realized that Rosiel's voice wasn't the only one she had heard. She frowned very slightly, but quietly assumed it may have been his own thoughts... Though it did not sound at all like what Rosiel's thoughts would seem to be. Why would he be taking humor in agreeing with himself?
She continued petting him gently, "And... You are not an idiot. Not in the least. If anyone is, that is Faye." She smiled slightly and let her eyes fall into focus on the world.
Faye intended to ignore her thoughts for a bit and focus on Rosiel, but that would require her to clear her head. She examined her subconscious 'happy-place', taking in the clear sea air and sweetly warm sun. The breeze had not died completely and was fluttering the various plants, lifting the spray of the waves enough to touch her cheeks. She imagined the salty taste of the ocean, feeling it from the air alone. The beautiful scent of the clear air lifted her spirits. As the breeze finished its job of drying her last tear, taking a deep breath, she was calmed.
"I'm sorry, Rosiel." She said softly, moving her head against his and hugging him tightly again.
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