駆逐艦

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          Nerves constrain execution and brows knit almost immediately in empathy, there is no movement until deep inhalations grant meager aid. Curtaining over optics, lids clamp for an internal compromise that is curt to the world and yet always so prodigious to himself. Something aches, a familiar twinge. An escape may not be an option this time, ponder believes. 

          He kneels, a gloved limb extending to the female who surges an increasing  development in heart rate. "I hope I haven’t troubled you even more…—" Attentive searches for her own, to obtain just one glance at the entirety of her visage could devour all limitative attempts, but he desires amethyst, a gaze upon her securing as if they begged to be recognized.  ”I apologize.” 

Her breath became shaky and fear ran through her eyes. There was always a possibility that he may disappear once again. Knowing that he also blamed himself created a deep guilt that resonated within her.

Hands stayed by her side to keep her comforted, however… She fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around the male, lids enclosing her violet hues. “Please don’t say such things.” Her voice felt as smooth as silk and a smile graced her lips. “I hope you’ve been eating alright. You look tired, Allen,” she gave a light nod and rested her head against his neck.

Lenalee smiled, quick to let out a sigh and slightest of winces. The weight of her body seemed to multiply and she leaned against him for support, phalanges wrapped around her mid - arm in order to hide the bloodied wound. Lucky for her the rain soothed the ache ever so slightly nevertheless it did not keep her from coming in and out of consciousness . ”.. I’m quite tired, as well…”