[ She breathes out, slow, her shoulders slumping with it. She knows there are some things that she can't do for Dorian - indulging in his desire for sex is only one of them - and it breaks her heart a little bit to think that he's hurting, that there's nothing she can do other than be there and hold his hand and offer him laughter and sweetness when the darkness is literally creeping closer at every single moment.
But Gilgamesh continues, almost gives permission, and for a moment she wonders how much Dorian's Servant knows about what she and her friend do when they're alone in Haven, when she's sad and needs to be reminded that she's alive and real and that he's as safe as she is. Her throat goes a little tight and she ignores the feeling, brushes it away, and focusses on the promises Gilgamesh is offering her. ]
Before you go?
[ And this is quiet, gentle, as if she's more than just embarrassed to admit it. ]
At Christmas you... You just held me. Would that be... [ She shakes her head. ] If that's something I wanted?
[ Hermione feels distant, untethered, and sometimes even the strongest of people wanted to be reminded of their connections. She had long since forgiven Gilgamesh for how he had hurt her; now she sees him for what he could be. A good, dear friend. ]
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[ She breathes out, slow, her shoulders slumping with it. She knows there are some things that she can't do for Dorian - indulging in his desire for sex is only one of them - and it breaks her heart a little bit to think that he's hurting, that there's nothing she can do other than be there and hold his hand and offer him laughter and sweetness when the darkness is literally creeping closer at every single moment.
But Gilgamesh continues, almost gives permission, and for a moment she wonders how much Dorian's Servant knows about what she and her friend do when they're alone in Haven, when she's sad and needs to be reminded that she's alive and real and that he's as safe as she is. Her throat goes a little tight and she ignores the feeling, brushes it away, and focusses on the promises Gilgamesh is offering her. ]
Before you go?
[ And this is quiet, gentle, as if she's more than just embarrassed to admit it. ]
At Christmas you... You just held me. Would that be... [ She shakes her head. ] If that's something I wanted?
[ Hermione feels distant, untethered, and sometimes even the strongest of people wanted to be reminded of their connections. She had long since forgiven Gilgamesh for how he had hurt her; now she sees him for what he could be. A good, dear friend. ]