MaryGold
terrified to be known, desperate to be understood
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- Genres
- romance. angst. drama. modern. fantasy. supernatural. adventure. crime. period pieces.
L U C A S
Lucas's heart sank entirely. He too could have cried with her in that moment. And he wanted to, but he refused to.
He didn't take off his clothing, only his shoes, and socks and then joined her. He sat on the floor behind her, pressing his back against her's. Slowly he began peeling globs of algae out of his hair with the help of the hot water raining down on them both. He remained quiet for the first minute because he honestly didn't know what to do that would actually work.
"Claudia, why are you crying?" Lucas breathed, watching the water run down the drain in a small spin. "If you tell me, maybe we can fix it?"
He closed his eyes, blinking back his own tears. He was suddenly exhausted, drowning in his own drowsiness. He wanted to sleep, maybe they both should. Sleep was the best solace for strong pains such as these. The haunting pain that never seemed to go away no matter what you did.
"What's wrong, please tell me?"
He was helpless and utterly useless. And though he knew that wasn't what she meant by this, he could see it more than ever in this situation. And it hurt.
He didn't take off his clothing, only his shoes, and socks and then joined her. He sat on the floor behind her, pressing his back against her's. Slowly he began peeling globs of algae out of his hair with the help of the hot water raining down on them both. He remained quiet for the first minute because he honestly didn't know what to do that would actually work.
"Claudia, why are you crying?" Lucas breathed, watching the water run down the drain in a small spin. "If you tell me, maybe we can fix it?"
He closed his eyes, blinking back his own tears. He was suddenly exhausted, drowning in his own drowsiness. He wanted to sleep, maybe they both should. Sleep was the best solace for strong pains such as these. The haunting pain that never seemed to go away no matter what you did.
"What's wrong, please tell me?"
He was helpless and utterly useless. And though he knew that wasn't what she meant by this, he could see it more than ever in this situation. And it hurt.