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[rogueinladysclothing]

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[Amelia's device is ready for messages. Send away as you will.

Upon reaching her inbox, there's a long pause. And then, when the caller might think this is some prank or the inbox is improperly set up, a soft voice speaks:]

"Leave your message. We'll speak later."

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[rogueinladysclothing]

He kisses her, but retreats, holds back when she wants to be overwhelmed so she can feel again. She doesn't want to linger in this numbness, to let this be about her grief for someone else while he's here. She doesn't want to wallow or cry or scream about this anymore. She wants this moment to be theirs.

"Wolfe... please." Her fingers dig into his shirt, not trying to pull at it but to get him to look at her as she tries to shift to see his face. It's hard when every part of her body protests and the only pain she feels is so deep in her chest it might tear her in two. He hasn't rejected her, but dreams damn her, right now it feels like it. Everything is wrong and backwards and going in directions it shouldn't.

She presses trembling lips to his neck, fighting the tears making their way down her cheeks and failing. "I need you." And she doesn't want to wait for feeling to flood back in to have him when they could be gone for good.

[wolfehawke]

Heart squeezing, Wolfe almost lets her. He knows where this comes from, knows because he'd felt the same when he'd woken back up in the city and found Alaric and Anders gone. A hole in him that's still there but no one else can fill. Nor should they. That space is for them whether they're there to fill it or not, and so it goes with Alois as well.

Keeping the unhappiness from his face but none of the concern, Wolfe carefully tilts her head to look at him, tenderly brushing at the tear tracks from her eyes. "You have me, but not like this. When you're not grieving your loss, dear heart. I'm here for you now so you can mourn. It's alright, I promise I'm not going anywhere."

He kisses her forehead, her cheeks, and holds her tightly. "It hurts, I know. It's alright."

[rogueinladysclothing]

You can't promise me that.

The words are on her trembling lips, but can't force them out. The pain rushes back in, crushing her under its weight as it settles in her chest again: Aloïs is gone, and when Wolfe goes in the morning, she's alone. This house, this life, this... everything, it's hers and hers alone.

It hurts to cry. Her throat aches and her eyes are dry from waves of tears, and still she cries. What else is there to do until sleep takes her? What else can she say when words fail her completely? There's nothing, and that same nothingness forces out another wail as she buries her face in his chest and tries to simply exist for a time. It's all she can do. It's all she will do until she finds the breath for a single word - "Shower." - to get them to do something. Anything. Just to not lay in her bed and think on how empty it will be when he goes in the morning.

Maybe it won't help, but at least it will remove them from a place her heart can't bear to rest in right now.

[wolfehawke]

"Shower," he confirms, getting up to go put it on but leaving the door open so she can still see and hear him. He's not sure in the wisdom of his getting in with her, though he imagines that's what she wants right now. He doesn't want to believe she'd try and coerce him into bed again like that but the state she's in...

He sighs, looking at himself in the mirror for a moment, and still has his clothes on when he comes back out to get her. "Shower's running, my heart. Nice and hot, and I put one of those little jelly things in so it smells nice. Careful not to step on it."

cw: (minor) dissociation

[rogueinladysclothing]

She watches him go, curled up on her side on the bed. There's a detachment to it, as if she's not fully seeing him right now, but she can barely open her eyes as it is. It's as much that she can't see well through red, swollen eyes as it is how lost she feels. At least with him here, she's not staring into nothing.

When he returns to her, she sits up slowly, hands already working to remove all her things. Her pendants and vial of memories first. The calming stone bracelet at her wrist next. Her wooden dagger-shaped hair pin last before she numbly starts reaching for the ties of her bodice. It would be easier to ask for his help with all of it, but he doesn't want her as she is right now, so she... doesn't. She strips herself of what clothes she can while sitting on the bed, then rests a hand on his chest as she slips off the bed to remove the rest. She can... do this, at least.

Her braids come out slowly as they make their way into the bathroom, her waved tresses falling almost to her waist. Has she thought of cutting it since she arrived? Has she ever cared about it? Does she even care now? No... not in the least.

She takes his hand to steady herself as she steps into the shower, immediately sitting on the bench to let herself be soaked. The water is calming, and even though she can't smell the lavender jelly, the oils it releases into the air are nice. It's more than she needs right now, but she knows this is how Wolfe is. If there's something more he can do for someone he loves, he'll do it. She knows, because she's seen it, and she does the same.

For a few minutes, she's silent, eyes closed as she simply exists in the spray of water and with him at her side. It's still too much, but it will always be too much.

"Thank you." She leans her weight into him, head pressed against his shoulder and hair draping over them both. "I'm..." tired. lost. unsteady. "...sorry." For him having to be here. For being the way she is. For asking so much of him. He deserves so much more than to suffer her in this state.

wrap?

[wolfehawke]

He'd not exactly intended to get in with her, kept his clothes on for that reason, but with her looking so sodden even before touching the water he can't bring himself to leave her. His shirt sticks to him as he leans into her in return, kissing whatever part of her head he can reach against his shoulder. He's glad he can be here for her, finds no awkwardness in her upset over Alois being gone. He's a very large part of her life and a decent man besides, of course she would be upset he was spirited back home without her. He would be the same over her, or Chris, or Morrigan. Flames, he would be the same over Jon, too. Any of his close friends and lovers here. Any of the people who have shaped him in the last year plus.

"You're welcome, Love," he murmurs, getting thoroughly soaked but preferring that state to ever leaving her alone to suffer. If he has his way, she'll never suffer loss again, not like this. Not if he can achieve his goals. "You're always welcome."