[ Maybe it shouldn't, what the fuck would Ea know about beauty? She's been chased out of towns for being a tiefling, been called anything from strange to befouled (thanks, Aradin, you fuck) -
(Some thirty-odd years ago, tiny Ea sitting in her tiefling father's lap, with her human dad counting her fingers and toes and making up rhymes. Being called lovely, being loved, being called precious and sweet.)
- it's not all there is to her life, but. She can understand the pain, and the conflict. And most importantly, when a beautiful woman wails and throws herself at her, to cry on her (kind of bony) shoulder, she understands that what might be needed is touch.
So she tuts softly, and brings one hand up to cup Gwenaëlle's shoulder, drawing her in for a hug. ]
Who says? If it matters to you, it matters. [ She turns her head slightly, enough to whisper in Gwenaëlle's ear, ] You can stay there and cry it out.
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Date: 2024-07-12 01:38 pm (UTC)(Some thirty-odd years ago, tiny Ea sitting in her tiefling father's lap, with her human dad counting her fingers and toes and making up rhymes. Being called lovely, being loved, being called precious and sweet.)
- it's not all there is to her life, but. She can understand the pain, and the conflict. And most importantly, when a beautiful woman wails and throws herself at her, to cry on her (kind of bony) shoulder, she understands that what might be needed is touch.
So she tuts softly, and brings one hand up to cup Gwenaëlle's shoulder, drawing her in for a hug. ]
Who says? If it matters to you, it matters. [ She turns her head slightly, enough to whisper in Gwenaëlle's ear, ] You can stay there and cry it out.