[She's leaving. And he got his little protest in, so he can tell himself he tr-
what the fuck]
Moth—
[He turns at the odd sound, sees her going down, and
darts across the room, heart in his stomach. To keep her from hitting her head, at least—
He breaks her fall awkwardly, his knees hitting the ground in time to catch her around the shoulders as she keels sideways onto him.
(There's a moment, a snapshot, of familiarity in the weight of her head and other insignificant little details, where this could be another time and place entirely and nothing is wrong and there won't be any consequence for this. But also: there's carapace under his fingers.)]
no subject
what the fuck]
Moth—
[He turns at the odd sound, sees her going down, and
darts across the room, heart in his stomach. To keep her from hitting her head, at least—
He breaks her fall awkwardly, his knees hitting the ground in time to catch her around the shoulders as she keels sideways onto him.
(There's a moment, a snapshot, of familiarity in the weight of her head and other insignificant little details, where this could be another time and place entirely and nothing is wrong and there won't be any consequence for this. But also: there's carapace under his fingers.)]