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𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂, 𝒏𝒐. ([personal profile] thunderproof) wrote in [personal profile] rowancrowned 2019-04-23 06:57 am (UTC)

it's not the kind of hug adalia is expecting, and at first she holds her breath, the tension she'd worked so hard to shed creeping back up her shoulders. it's an effort to force herself to relax again, to remind herself to breathe, and for a long moment adalia just stands there, stiff and unmoving, head barely even tilted up to reciprocate the affection. it takes deliberate, careful thought for her to reach up and put her hands on thranduil's shoulders, for her to raise her chin and press their foreheads together a little more firmly. their breaths mingle, and thranduil's skin is warm against adalia's own, and tears are leaking from behind her tightly shut eyelids but she can't care.

it only takes a second after that for her shoulders to start shaking and her breaths to heave through her.


Please don't take this away from me. ❰ she hadn't meant to say anything, but the burning lump in her throat forces the words out. it feels like something she has to say, or she'll go crazy. ❱ I'll do anything, I'll be whatever you want, just please — please don't leave me alone again. Please.

it's hard to keep herself upright. her grip on thranduil's shoulders is like a vice, her teeth grit against the sounds bubbling up inside her. she'll hate herself for this tomorrow, maybe, this manipulation, this greed — a world on fire and she concerns herself with trivialties like loneliness — but for now she can't help it.

O'su. ❰ the word feels strange in her mouth, syllables she's learned but never had cause to use.

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