Kalpas finds himself tired, his joints ache and his constant training is just making himself worse. So instead, he finds Zarina, draping himself over her from behind and nuzzling into her. He doesn't put all of his weight onto her, but he still presses into her and drapes his arms over her. This is all he wants to do for now, to rest against someone he trusts.
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A day goes on, another battle won and another battle pending. They are no longer enjoying the present, thinking all about the future and all the fights they are yet to face. The dreams have been crashed beneath the apocalyptic cacophony of sounds consisting of blasts, screams, and nightmarish terrors. They will not come out as they were anymore, the times have changed too much to ever wish for normalcy. Though, those who do not fight may find ways, but not those who remain on the front line.
Zarina can hear familiar footsteps behind; thus, she slows down to see what will be done. He does not call her name nor does he lets out any noise to announce his presence for her to look at. Strange, she thinks. It’s unusual for Kalpas out of all to be so quiet, so serene, so silent. But she welcomes his physical touch yet once again, his arms around her and his mask just lightly scratching her skin as he nuzzled. It’s uncomfortable but she lets him do it for she knows this isn’t something he usually does. In this day and age, she cannot afford to lean back or expect anything good out of this scenario. This warmth, too, will be someday taken away from her. Is it truly worth the heartache? It’s hard to say, not when she relaxes in his hold, silently accepting it while closing her eyes. It doesn’t matter how much weight he puts on her, she could handle it. If not her, then who else would be able to do it? As an older sibling, her burden was far greater than whatever number of kilograms Kalpas weighted himself.
“ Let’s go into another room, ” she tells him, placing her hand atop of his arms locked around her middle section. Her touch is colder compared to his, but it’s a pleasant sensation. All so he won’t be seen by others in this seemingly vulnerable state, Sokolova attempts to make a half-step forward. “ I won’t go away, I promise. However, it will get tiring to stand in the hallway. Come on now, Kalpas, ” her voice is melodic and alluring, charming on its own way as she gently unclasps his arms around her to turn to face him. Her golden eyes searching for his behind a mask. Upon finding what she wishes to find, her shoulders drop and she exhales softly upon taking his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze, and beckoning him to come with her. “ Let’s go. We’ll spend time in silence away from prying eyes. ”
And once they will enter an empty room, she would bring him close and embrace him. Wrap her hands around his neck to bring him closer so he could rest against her, feel the lower temperature of her body compared to his, hear her heartbeat upon such closeness, and allow him to find refuge in her arms. Perhaps, she needed it as much as he did. This moment of silence and trust, a moment of soft understanding.
