The companions of D:OS2 reacting to getting a hug from the player?
I hope you like it! I’m doing this with the idea that the companions and the player are close enough for hugging not to end too disastrously. (Anyone can shoot in an ask if you’d prefer for me to start using ‘you’ instead of Godwoken.)
The Red Prince: He huffs gently when the Godwoken collides with him, and it takes him a moment (just a moment, mind you, he’s not too slow) to realize what they’re doing. His hand instinctively reaches for their waist to steady them.
“We’re on hugging terms now, are we?” he asks, faint and amused disdain colouring his voice. But for a moment, his head dips and he relaxes softly into their embrace. The quick allowance he granted himself quickly lengthens despite himself, and in the end it’s the Godwoken that pulls back.
Beast: He squeezes back. Tightly. His thick, tree trunk arms are excellent for hugging (or at least he thinks so, others use terms such as ‘rib-breaking’ and ‘like a constrictor snake’). He’s careful with the Godwoken, though.
People usually assume he can’t be soft and gentle- but he can be, and he is. He feels that cheerful warmth that they know he isn’t as monstrous as his name, and he rubs their back gently before he releases them.
Lohse: “Steady on there!” she says, at first, a little out of breath at the shock of the Godwoken hugging her so tightly. But she falls into it quickly. In an instant, she feels like singing. Dancing. Anything happy and bright- it’s just like the Godwoken, that. To make her feel so human.
For some reason, a tear shakes down her cheek. She pushes them back, roughly enough she has time to wipe up the strike of salty water before they see.
“Can’t just stand around hugging all day,” she smiles, “what kind of strategy is that? The Voidwoken would get jealous.”
Ifan: Ifan’s not especially unfamiliar to hugs- the rough camaraderie of men who’ve been through dark things together. The harsh, abrupt contact that sometimes you just need after the trauma of combat, the reassurance you’re alive and they’re alive. Those hugs.
Not gentle and warm and reassuring, for no other reason than the Godwoken wants to be there for him, wants to help him. He lets out a ragged breath against them, holding them gently but mostly allowing himself to be hugged. Allowing comfort. His eyes are bright, happy and just a little sweetly sad when they pull back.
Sebille: Sebille, above all, is… Accustomed to fear. From others, especially, of her. The sweat on their skin with her needle pressed against their neck, their eyes wide and then…
Sebille is not used to hugs. Her body stiffens, tenses- ready to leap away, leap for a weapon, to not be there. But then… It’s warm, and kind, and she forces herself to allow that for a moment. Just a brief few seconds.
Fane: “What’s this?” he remarks, perhaps just a tad teasingly. An echo of when he knew life of Rivellon in only its most clinical way. Not now, at least not so deeply. He knows the Godwoken.
The fabric of his clothes give away in awkward places, and he’s cold and all hard planes and nothing soft. He doesn’t hug them back- not properly, one arm loosely pressing against their back. Barely, he wishes he could feel their warmth. Experience hugs as they are built to be experienced. But this is… Good. Good enough.
He steps out of their reach, feeling strange. “Don’t we have things to be getting on with?”
