[anotp: angelique] i'm the walking wounded i say it to your face

[fallenlomion]

The problem comes when he thinks

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[AnOTP: Angelique / Maeglin]

[fairy_fingers]

And Angelique knows that look - she knows it well, too well. After a year of courtship, her prince sometimes sinks in darkness, she noticed, but he always emerges, after a time.

She can never not try to cheer him up, though, and when she comes upon him, she'll pause, and slip next to him, sitting in the grass. She's close enough to touch, but not touching, and she'll make a soft little noise, to let him know she's there.

As ever.

Re: [AnOTP: Angelique / Maeglin]

[fallenlomion]

He looks up, very slowly, when she sits down, though of course he was aware of her presence almost instantly. "Angelique," he says, his voice soft and heavy, rough. Simple acknowledgment, but also, too, perhaps the start of a sentence, almost an objection.

The urge in him to isolate at times like this is strong.

Re: [AnOTP: Angelique / Maeglin]

[fairy_fingers]

"It's me," she says softly. She'll place her hand between them, for him to take or ignore, as he wishes.

"May I sit with you?"

It's really a rhetorical question.

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[fallenlomion]

He takes it, after a moment, and his eyes close. Too weak, as always, to chase her away; and just her being near eases something dark and twisted in his heart, seems to unknot it for a time.

"I - if you'd like."