[ the thank you is said without ever being spoken. despite the very specific hole in his heart, he knows that the others— luna, peter, paul, luz, ange, everyone— he knows how genuine they are. he knows how important it was, despite knowing, to still hear it as a soft reminder.
after a moment of this contemplative silence, falco glances up, brings in a breath to sniff, then finds that it may be time for him to lift himself up. sit in front of her, to see her. he wasn’t alone, after all.
softly, he does ask something of her, something innocent but sweet when bothering to consider the intent of it. perhaps it would somehow soothe the ache in his heart and dry away the wetness staining his cheeks. ]
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[ the thank you is said without ever being spoken. despite the very specific hole in his heart, he knows that the others— luna, peter, paul, luz, ange, everyone— he knows how genuine they are. he knows how important it was, despite knowing, to still hear it as a soft reminder.
after a moment of this contemplative silence, falco glances up, brings in a breath to sniff, then finds that it may be time for him to lift himself up. sit in front of her, to see her. he wasn’t alone, after all.
softly, he does ask something of her, something innocent but sweet when bothering to consider the intent of it. perhaps it would somehow soothe the ache in his heart and dry away the wetness staining his cheeks. ]
Can you tell me how you met Peter?