As a general rule, Mikka did his best to try and avoid clinging to others. Knew that such things were seen as pushy, or unpleasant, made him seem needy. So he kept his need for contact with others under wraps as well as he could. But in the face of touch like that it always seemed to seep through even in the best of circumstances. Here and now, coming apart ilm by ilm with each agonizing moment, there was no way he could stop himself from the faint sway into the gloved hand against his cheek, even if he knew the delicacy of it was likely more out of caution from the Light bleeding out of him than any affection. It still soothed that loneliness that nestled in the core of him, the thorned knot easing ever so slightly as he did as instructed, eyes sliding shut.
He figured Emet-Selch told him to do so as a way to make it easier to picture what he would describe. At least until he sensed the man leaning in, the touch of their foreheads together before that familiar pain flared up behind his eyes, though compared to the Light currently tearing through him it was by and far the least of the pain he was enduring-
It was indeed beautiful, the sight of the skies above that twisting cityscape, no matter the stubborn way Emet-Selch clings to that dour mask almost like a cloak. But there was a bittersweet tinge to the memory with those words unsaid, the Miqo'te feeling his heart jackhammering just as hard as Emet's had been, even as the memory seemed to come to a close, unravelling around them as the Echo faded to the background once more.
"S-she was right you know-" Mikka managed after a moment in a low whisper. "They were beautiful..."
He felt the hitch of his chest before the coughing started, flinching back, tossing his head to the side as if to shield the Ascian should the fit have him spitting up even more liquid aether, not entirely aware of the white haze starting to wreathe him like a fog.
"I am sorry-" He rasped, the words taking effort, the sad, apologetic smile curving Light-stained lips thin and pained. "I wish I c-could have been what you were hoping. T-that we could have been friends-"
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Date: 2020-11-13 09:46 am (UTC)He figured Emet-Selch told him to do so as a way to make it easier to picture what he would describe. At least until he sensed the man leaning in, the touch of their foreheads together before that familiar pain flared up behind his eyes, though compared to the Light currently tearing through him it was by and far the least of the pain he was enduring-
It was indeed beautiful, the sight of the skies above that twisting cityscape, no matter the stubborn way Emet-Selch clings to that dour mask almost like a cloak. But there was a bittersweet tinge to the memory with those words unsaid, the Miqo'te feeling his heart jackhammering just as hard as Emet's had been, even as the memory seemed to come to a close, unravelling around them as the Echo faded to the background once more.
"S-she was right you know-" Mikka managed after a moment in a low whisper. "They were beautiful..."
He felt the hitch of his chest before the coughing started, flinching back, tossing his head to the side as if to shield the Ascian should the fit have him spitting up even more liquid aether, not entirely aware of the white haze starting to wreathe him like a fog.
"I am sorry-" He rasped, the words taking effort, the sad, apologetic smile curving Light-stained lips thin and pained. "I wish I c-could have been what you were hoping. T-that we could have been friends-"