May 14, 2019
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He feels his heart sink at her continued silence, and ducks down like it might help him catch her downcast eyes. “Sigyn? Everyone keeps telling me I should leave you alone. Is…. Is that what you want?” Her eyes slip shut and her shoulders draw up, shrinking in on herself. “Alright,” he concedes, ruefully, taking a step back. He moves to leave but stops at the tiny sound that catches his ear, scarcely a whisper, no.