[ It has never been lost on Maruki, what he first learned of Venat, what started them down this path of their relationship: That she had at last been ready to relinquish her long work and rest, and found herself here instead.
The words settle between them with the gravity the deserve: Until I knew they would find their way. What a profoundly beautiful and painful thing, to finally see that come to fruition, to know that things are set to continue on without you, and to accept the end.
He's watching her, so of course he sees her catch the tear. And there's no part of him that thinks it's a tear of sadness. That wouldn't be congruent with her story. The emotion behind it is likely vast and deep in all its layers and complications.
Venat got the measure of him easily when she saw that he hadn't ever really dealt with the grief of his own story.
If he understands her a fraction as well, then he thinks he understands why that tear might have threatened to fall.
Wordlessly, Maruki turns and folds her into his arms.
He's good at this. Always has been. One of his very few true skills, despite how complimentary Venat is of him. He hooks an arm around her mid-back, squeezing in tight despite the voluminous robes to draw her close, then lays the other higher up, sliding his arm beneath hers. A hand cradling against the back of her head, exceedingly gentle, just enough of a touch to tuck her head into his shoulder.
His voice is quiet, and tender, and absolutely unyielding in how genuinely he means this. ]
Your journey was a long one. You can let yourself feel the weight of that... and of its ending. Feeling it's the only way to eventually release it.
[ A lesson he needs to take to heart too. He will, for once, eventually. For now, he only hugs Venat close. ]
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Date: 2024-06-19 11:38 pm (UTC)The words settle between them with the gravity the deserve: Until I knew they would find their way. What a profoundly beautiful and painful thing, to finally see that come to fruition, to know that things are set to continue on without you, and to accept the end.
He's watching her, so of course he sees her catch the tear. And there's no part of him that thinks it's a tear of sadness. That wouldn't be congruent with her story. The emotion behind it is likely vast and deep in all its layers and complications.
Venat got the measure of him easily when she saw that he hadn't ever really dealt with the grief of his own story.
If he understands her a fraction as well, then he thinks he understands why that tear might have threatened to fall.
Wordlessly, Maruki turns and folds her into his arms.
He's good at this. Always has been. One of his very few true skills, despite how complimentary Venat is of him. He hooks an arm around her mid-back, squeezing in tight despite the voluminous robes to draw her close, then lays the other higher up, sliding his arm beneath hers. A hand cradling against the back of her head, exceedingly gentle, just enough of a touch to tuck her head into his shoulder.
His voice is quiet, and tender, and absolutely unyielding in how genuinely he means this. ]
Your journey was a long one. You can let yourself feel the weight of that... and of its ending. Feeling it's the only way to eventually release it.
[ A lesson he needs to take to heart too. He will, for once, eventually. For now, he only hugs Venat close. ]