Secrets and lies always follow people around, and even if you try to break free from your mistakes-you never will. After living a life she never really liked, Arturia decides to pack her things and leave. Arriving at a country side, she rents a smal...
Her sobs died down. Body slowly rocking to a stop. There was comfort and safety in Diarmuid's grip, as if nothing could hurt her. She sniffled while she felt the reassuring circles he drew on her back, his thumb messaging her. When she pulled away, she saw his amber eyes flutter open.
"It's alright." His hands slid over to her shoulders, giving her a squeeze of confidence, "You see."
Arturia rubbed her eyes, hoping to wipe the tears away while letting her eyes rest from all the crying. She felt his hand on her head and then she looked up from her hands, watching the soft and loving smile on his lips.
"Thank you," she murmured, eyes falling again and cheeks warming up. "I am very sorry to have made you uncomfortable."
He shook his head and brought her into a hug again, letting his chin rest on her head, "I only hope you are alright." His grip tightened around her and her arms acted on their own, wrapping loosely around his waist and returning such a kind gesture.
She began to cry all over again, body shaking with every sob while she gripped his shirt between her fingers. Something as simple as a hug and words of encouragement made her heart swell with melancholy and her mind blank. She could not remember the last time someone held her close, held her together, prevented her from falling into pieces. She could not remember such a strong embrace in years, she felt as if she mattered, as if she was valuable.
He pulled away after minutes of silence—not because of the many stares that they were getting from elderly people but because her sobs had quieted down once more. He lifted her head up to him with his thumb, "We should head to the car, don't you think?"
She blinked, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. He caught it on her cheek, smiling at her the sweetest way he knew how.
"I'm sure a soft bed will make you feel better."
All Arturia could do was nod as he silently led her to the car. It was by pure chance that he had the keys since his sister had thrown them at him earlier that afternoon after Grainne complained she was carrying too much. He unlocked the car and opened the door for her on the passenger's seat. She took her seat and then he rounded the car, sitting in the driver's seat.
The ride home was silent. Lancelot was the only one to form conversation throughout the duration of their time in the car. Albeit the effort was meaningless, no one spoke.
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The brunette tapped her recently styled nails on the table of the cafe, other hand supporting her head as she watched the blonde before her copying down notes from a textbook.
"I mean, shouldn't you be a little more discreet? Like, I'm not blind here." She grumbled, her dark eyes turning into slits.
The French girl looked up from her papers, "Hn?"
Grainne rolled her eyes, "Dia and Arturia." She second name came out as if it were rotten, "I just feel lied to, you know?"
