[ Oberon's eyes widen. The fact that he's reacting this way is a surprise to himself as well, but his attention is immediately pulled to her as she practically all but curls in on herself.
He wishes he couldn't see it.
It'd be so much easier if he couldn't see it.
The truth behind her cries.
Why did this have to happen? Why does he have to feel this way? Him of all people? Him, whose words will never comfort her?
Her leg still isn't fully closed up, but it's closed enough that it's no longer gushing blood. Which is good, because it wouldn't have stopped him from doing what comes next either way.
It's irrational, and a pain in the ass at that, these feelings. What a truly problematic woman...
His arms are suddenly around her, his bloody hand on the back of her head and pulling her in close. Her face is back in his heavy fur stole, his grip tight... no, firm. ]
Shut... shut up, damn you...
[ His voice is pained. ]
You wicked woman... stop saying... just... just stop...
[ He can't tell her it'll be alright. He can't tell her it's not her fault. He can't tell her that he's sorry... because he's Oberon, the Great Liar. He can never say those things, because the instant he does... it doesn't matter if it's the truth, it doesn't matter how much he means it, it'll be a lie. ]
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[ Oberon's eyes widen. The fact that he's reacting this way is a surprise to himself as well, but his attention is immediately pulled to her as she practically all but curls in on herself.
He wishes he couldn't see it.
It'd be so much easier if he couldn't see it.
The truth behind her cries.
Why did this have to happen? Why does he have to feel this way? Him of all people? Him, whose words will never comfort her?
Her leg still isn't fully closed up, but it's closed enough that it's no longer gushing blood. Which is good, because it wouldn't have stopped him from doing what comes next either way.
It's irrational, and a pain in the ass at that, these feelings. What a truly problematic woman...
His arms are suddenly around her, his bloody hand on the back of her head and pulling her in close. Her face is back in his heavy fur stole, his grip tight... no, firm. ]
Shut... shut up, damn you...
[ His voice is pained. ]
You wicked woman... stop saying... just... just stop...
[ He can't tell her it'll be alright. He can't tell her it's not her fault. He can't tell her that he's sorry... because he's Oberon, the Great Liar. He can never say those things, because the instant he does... it doesn't matter if it's the truth, it doesn't matter how much he means it, it'll be a lie. ]