company (not sure for who but this might work better with Rosado? but do reply with any muse of yours and verse of mine if you have any particular ideas; write whatever you wish~)
meme ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ♡ @alealueur id. : zelkov company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them.
He's *intimately* familiar with death and loss. It hangs around him, like the familiarity of a cloak, the contact of a warm hand pushing insistently at his shoulders and eyes filled with fire and fear, urging him to flee. He used to feel more present in those memories than in reality, but the Somniel has ... helped ground him some. Sometimes it is the simplicity of nature that has a way of curing ailments of the heart. Sitting under a vast canvas of stars, or watching the sky turning ripe pink at sunset can humble him -- *trivialize* his problems, in a way.
When he finds Alear sitting solemnly, staring out at the sky from the Lookout Ridge, he feels kinship. A force compels him to sit, to align his posture and gaze with Alear's. Maybe in doing so, they'll be able to understand each other a bit more, heal each other's pain by *anatomizing* it. He knows the events of the battle, this one in particular, has caused Alear much pain. Knows, too, that he cannot say anything that will detract from that concoction of blame, anger, regret. He merely sits, two *solitary* figures staring out as the sky darkens into night. He has time.