۟. ♡ ៶ ❛ vayne , ❜ tenderness LINGERS in soraka's VOICE : if not intertwined with a certain bitterness ( they never learn . you waste your BREATH and the little divinity you have left , giving back , over , and OVER , just for them to come to you in their hour of NEED . and you hate them for it . you SHOULD ... hate them for it . but it's so peculiarly HUMAN , to take for granted what you don't know you HAVE : a certain naivety you crave to have ; to not be tainted by the bloodshed that you had spent years delved into . ) as she places a hand on the small of the back of the hunter .
۟. ♡ ៶ and perhaps , if she were more human , that thing she craved to BE , she'd be worser for wear , say something SMUG , like , i told you so , but worry is a bitter poison to swallow down as cutting eyes look over the other's body : assessing , analyzing --- there's the combat medic the gods raised . ❛ i was worried about you , i --- ❜ tears gaze away from the OTHER , a kind of shame filling her chest for being so HOTLY HONEST ( this is what you gave it all up for --- no point in lying to her or yourself now ) . she swallows , slender hand REACHING out to push short , dark hair way from OTHER'S forehead ; find familiar warmth leaving enchanter's hands , soft , almost INVISIBLE green hue radiating from her hand . fatigue is an immediate rush : lightheaded as she leans more on her own staff , an imperceptable amount --- but it's the price of giving .
۟. ♡ ៶ ❛ i realize , i am not your keeper , i just ... ❜ brow furrows , looking down at the OTHER : expression a mixture of hurt and WORRY before plastering on a smile , if only for the sake of the other . ❛ i'm glad you are safe . alive . thank you , for ... coming back alive . ❜
۟. ♡ ៶ ( starter call . ♥ @draftdiff ) !
