Oh. Oh, dear. He really didn't think this was going to happen. Vash's facade was so strong, after all. A brick wall of smiles and misdirection. Something has happened and he has no idea what--this place has stolen his memory of it, as it's done with so many things. There's very little he can do.
Azwel has never been a comforting sort of being--he used to exploit emotions. He used to listen gleefully to tales of woe, mind swimming in the dichotomy of human existence as thought it were a potent drug. People weeping used to excite him.
And then he ended up here.
He ended up here and learnt what it was like to be on the receiving end of just such manipulation. Learnt a modicum of compassion through his own suffering. He has a long way to go, to be sure, but these displays now rarely hit that part of his brain. Rather, they tighten his throat and leave him chilled. They make him ache to soothe the pain that caused them. He doesn't understand where this has come from, in some ways he doesn't like it, but there it is.
And right now it's got him in its clutches something fierce. He tightens his arm around Vash, as though his warmth and weight will keep the other from flying apart. He presses his lips against Vash's hair. He has no inclination to hush his sobs, though, to fill the air with platitudes. Some things need cried out and this is one of them.
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Azwel has never been a comforting sort of being--he used to exploit emotions. He used to listen gleefully to tales of woe, mind swimming in the dichotomy of human existence as thought it were a potent drug. People weeping used to excite him.
And then he ended up here.
He ended up here and learnt what it was like to be on the receiving end of just such manipulation. Learnt a modicum of compassion through his own suffering. He has a long way to go, to be sure, but these displays now rarely hit that part of his brain. Rather, they tighten his throat and leave him chilled. They make him ache to soothe the pain that caused them. He doesn't understand where this has come from, in some ways he doesn't like it, but there it is.
And right now it's got him in its clutches something fierce. He tightens his arm around Vash, as though his warmth and weight will keep the other from flying apart. He presses his lips against Vash's hair. He has no inclination to hush his sobs, though, to fill the air with platitudes. Some things need cried out and this is one of them.