01-24-2020, 06:00 PM
He smiled at the quiet memory shared. Raffe had no real context in his own upbringing, but looking after others was intrinsic to his own nature, something he neither questioned or reflected on much. To be denied those ties -- of family, blood or otherwise, saddened him into melancholy. He didn’t comment, unsure what he might say that would not also betray the sleeping devils in his own past, but he was conscientious and gentle with the aid, and a natural smile caught his lips for every shiver of skin or meeting of eyes. Afterwards Nox lingered close, and Raffe was willfully distracted by it.
Home.
Raffe didn’t finish the trailing sentence, but he did chuckle, low and raspy. The corners of his eyes crinkled with the slow grin that followed, a little charmed by the reticence.
Nox signed the necessary paperwork. Raffe stuffed his hands in his pockets while he waited, but the discharge appeared to go smoothly despite the nurse’s clear disapproval. He offered a boyish grin, warm despite the woman’s cool efficiency. Half an eye observed Nox for any indication of pain, but mostly he just seemed eager to leave. Raffe took the hand. The air around them seemed suddenly oppressive, and the lotus sailed its way into the crook of Nox’s arm. He couldn’t help the brightness of his grin that the gift had not been forgotten; it lit him inside out, like petals reaching towards the sun. He scrubbed an awkward hand through the back of his hair. “Let’s go,” he agreed.
Home.
Raffe didn’t finish the trailing sentence, but he did chuckle, low and raspy. The corners of his eyes crinkled with the slow grin that followed, a little charmed by the reticence.
Nox signed the necessary paperwork. Raffe stuffed his hands in his pockets while he waited, but the discharge appeared to go smoothly despite the nurse’s clear disapproval. He offered a boyish grin, warm despite the woman’s cool efficiency. Half an eye observed Nox for any indication of pain, but mostly he just seemed eager to leave. Raffe took the hand. The air around them seemed suddenly oppressive, and the lotus sailed its way into the crook of Nox’s arm. He couldn’t help the brightness of his grin that the gift had not been forgotten; it lit him inside out, like petals reaching towards the sun. He scrubbed an awkward hand through the back of his hair. “Let’s go,” he agreed.