( Red smiles softly when she sees the flush on Hermione's face. She wonders if she gets told these things often enough - clearly not, not as much as she should anyway. Her head ducks a bit herself as if she too realizes that they're still holding hands at the moment.
Then she nods. It helps a lot. Being buried under blankets in her room, it was a lot of being swallowed by her emotions. Her chest still aches with it (this tangled knot of contradictions that she is, the reality that she was made for certain things and she never should have left the Underworld - no matter how much she wanted to), but it's lighter in Hermione's presence. It feels like maybe it's okay to want - all the things she wants.
She lifts her head again to meet her gaze. )
Yeah. I do. You give really good hugs - don't know if that's like a fuckin' skill, but I'm saying it's one.
( So it's good that was her first ever experience with one, but Red lifts her hand up to wrap both her arms around Hermione instead, pulling her in close and tight. Her eyes burn a little but in the good way. There's the comforting candlelight of her soul, her aura - that flicker of self doubt she'd like to wipe away. )
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Then she nods. It helps a lot. Being buried under blankets in her room, it was a lot of being swallowed by her emotions. Her chest still aches with it (this tangled knot of contradictions that she is, the reality that she was made for certain things and she never should have left the Underworld - no matter how much she wanted to), but it's lighter in Hermione's presence. It feels like maybe it's okay to want - all the things she wants.
She lifts her head again to meet her gaze. )
Yeah. I do. You give really good hugs - don't know if that's like a fuckin' skill, but I'm saying it's one.
( So it's good that was her first ever experience with one, but Red lifts her hand up to wrap both her arms around Hermione instead, pulling her in close and tight. Her eyes burn a little but in the good way. There's the comforting candlelight of her soul, her aura - that flicker of self doubt she'd like to wipe away. )