You're going to get through, because you are strong.
[Even still, Lust is uncertain of emotional displays. Her own and others. She understands well the helpless, shameful feeling that comes from showing vulnerability and weakness in front of others. She understands also the desperate need for comfort and compassion in the midst of it all. Emotions are such unpredictable, conflicting, and overwhelming things.]
[She slips closer to the bed, the end of her tail moving to drape gently over Rin. The pain is so fresh, she doubts much she can say or do will change anything. But she does have faith that the younger woman will get through and be alright. Her legs are gone, and with them her feet, but tails are dexterous. And Rin is clever and determined.]
I wept for days on my floor, when I first lost mine. I drank heavily. I drove away people who only wanted to help me in my misery. Weep. Be angry. Feel cheated. Feel whatever it is that your heart wants to feel. It's yours, and it will pass.
You aren't alone.
[Sometimes, that small sentiment can mean something. She doesn't speak much of her own ordeal with losing her legs, glossing over it for her own sake. But she knows no other way to show compassion and empathy.]
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Date: 2015-12-29 06:08 pm (UTC)[Even still, Lust is uncertain of emotional displays. Her own and others. She understands well the helpless, shameful feeling that comes from showing vulnerability and weakness in front of others. She understands also the desperate need for comfort and compassion in the midst of it all. Emotions are such unpredictable, conflicting, and overwhelming things.]
[She slips closer to the bed, the end of her tail moving to drape gently over Rin. The pain is so fresh, she doubts much she can say or do will change anything. But she does have faith that the younger woman will get through and be alright. Her legs are gone, and with them her feet, but tails are dexterous. And Rin is clever and determined.]
I wept for days on my floor, when I first lost mine. I drank heavily. I drove away people who only wanted to help me in my misery. Weep. Be angry. Feel cheated. Feel whatever it is that your heart wants to feel. It's yours, and it will pass.
You aren't alone.
[Sometimes, that small sentiment can mean something. She doesn't speak much of her own ordeal with losing her legs, glossing over it for her own sake. But she knows no other way to show compassion and empathy.]