She sensed her accomplices' power and age when she saw his aura before, and she sees it still as she looks up at him. It's impossible to miss - such a unique feeling of cozy, warm blanket with holes that seep in this dark, ancient feeling, this creeping cold. She's not prepared for the feeling that comes with the touch which she easily accepts. She is not prepared for how much he can share with her.
If it was thoughts only, images and visuals, it'd be one thing, but it's the feelings. She has never had a family, never known what it is like to be someone's sister- to love someone like that, to care for them like that, and then to lose them. It's overwhelming. It's hard to breathe through. Her heart always longed for connection without realizing how damaging it can be, how painful.
The tears that appear at the edges of her eyes are real. They're hers. Her eyes open. The tears slip down her face, and her breath is shaky when she releases it. Fuck.
The man is already affected by what her accomplice says. The words are plucked directly from his mind. How could he not be? Henry stares up at the man, shaking his head in amazement and grief, hope and fear. "You- She'd always want more for me. We wanted it together." More from his life, more for his story. Anger returns to his voice: "...but hers is. Hers is over."
"Henry," Red says, and her voice cracks - she doesn't recognize her voice. "I don't want you to be angry anymore. We came here for a better life and not for you to change from my brother who only ever wanted to help."
Henry looks to her, and his own eyes well with tears that he fights back. "Belle. Is it you?"
Red can only manage to nod. Her hand clenched tightly into a fist on top of the table.
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She sensed her accomplices' power and age when she saw his aura before, and she sees it still as she looks up at him. It's impossible to miss - such a unique feeling of cozy, warm blanket with holes that seep in this dark, ancient feeling, this creeping cold. She's not prepared for the feeling that comes with the touch which she easily accepts. She is not prepared for how much he can share with her.
If it was thoughts only, images and visuals, it'd be one thing, but it's the feelings. She has never had a family, never known what it is like to be someone's sister- to love someone like that, to care for them like that, and then to lose them. It's overwhelming. It's hard to breathe through. Her heart always longed for connection without realizing how damaging it can be, how painful.
The tears that appear at the edges of her eyes are real. They're hers. Her eyes open. The tears slip down her face, and her breath is shaky when she releases it. Fuck.
The man is already affected by what her accomplice says. The words are plucked directly from his mind. How could he not be? Henry stares up at the man, shaking his head in amazement and grief, hope and fear. "You- She'd always want more for me. We wanted it together." More from his life, more for his story. Anger returns to his voice: "...but hers is. Hers is over."
"Henry," Red says, and her voice cracks - she doesn't recognize her voice. "I don't want you to be angry anymore. We came here for a better life and not for you to change from my brother who only ever wanted to help."
Henry looks to her, and his own eyes well with tears that he fights back. "Belle. Is it you?"
Red can only manage to nod. Her hand clenched tightly into a fist on top of the table.