moogleshield: (o33.)
Iris ❝ talk shit get hit ❞ Amicitia ([personal profile] moogleshield) wrote in [community profile] melodiesofeternity 2018-06-09 07:42 am (UTC)

rolls up to the club with a box of kleenex

[ It seems like Noctis had informed the both of them, but even the most advance warning wouldn't have prepared either of them for this. Lost in her own thoughts, she almost misses it, that hoarse and strained whisper that was almost too soft to be her father's voice. For a split second, Iris questions whether she might have heard anything at all.

But something tells her to turn, and she does quite quickly, stopping as her gaze falls upon something so heartrendingly familiar that it physically hurts. Her chest tightening at the sight, and before she has a chance to mentally react, her hands cover her mouth. She doesn't dare move, she doesn't dare even speak in that moment, for risk of letting this moment slip away. All she can do is take a deep breath, shoulders rising slowly with it.

She knew he was here, but nothing prepares someone for this—a moment so impossible that it makes it impossible to move, impossible to think, impossible to do anything else but feel. Her hands still clasped over her mouth, she feels her eyes begin to sting, and takes another breath to center herself. Don't let him see you cry, Iris. Not yet. ]


...You're really here. I can't believe it.

[ Show him how strong you've become. ]

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