⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma from aiko uwu
Nonverbal RP Starters // accepting!
The tears just kept pouring, her mouth wavered as she couldn’t– wouldn’t budge from her spot. The way she just stared off blankly at nothing particular, eyes wide and bloodshot. Her arms hung limply at her sides, knees to the ground as she just sat there. The blood seemed to be drained from her face. What seemed like forever, her entire body went limp as she nearly fell to the side– her head coming close to hitting her head hard on the cement. Not before Nicolas managed to grab her, his jaw tightened.
Whatever she had witnessed, whatever triggered this reaction from here had dealt a blow to her mentally. One that would probably take some time for her to recover from. The light in her eyes wasn’t existent, a growing concern. How long would it take for her to get back to normal. Nicolas wasn’t entirely suited for something like this. The most he could do was watch over here like a guard dog.
Not wanting to make things worse for her, he draped his coat over her head a bit and her shoulders. In the instance she returned from whatever was eating at her, she could freely cry as loud as she could into his coat. It wouldn’t disturb him whatsoever. Nicolas figured for this sort of situation, they just had to let everything go– whether it was screaming it out, crying it out, whatever it took to make them go back to how they were.
If she ever came back, but something told him a place of comfort was a start. She wasn’t– wouldn’t be alone. And he wouldn’t force a word out of her.
