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[It's not until her arms are around him that he even fully realizes that she moved. So lost in his hellscape of a mind, that he couldn't notice. When he does, he jolts, almost like the touch has stricken him, but then he eases into it, and allows her.

He's awkward in this, not entirely sure what to make of the comfort. Or that he's finding it soothing. It doesn't make any of this more clear, it doesn't even answer any of those questions, but it feels right. And so, he indulges.

The whole situation also kicks up dirt towards his ambitions back home, and with what Nanu had imparted him with back at the hospital...there's just a lot he needs to think about. He's never been too good at that.

Still, he cannot find words, but he leans into her hold, his arms coming down from the back of the couch to rest on his thighs as he leans into her, but soon they leave their resting spot. Lifting to snake around her waist, his hands grasping at her shirt.]

[at this grasping, Lucina moves to accommodate by slipping forward and gingerly settling on his lap. it’s a little awkward, trying to keep hold and not wobble and topple over, but before she has to put much effort of thought into it, she remembers that she could just...float a little...and that way, not be too much a weight to wear.

though it grates her to not have a better answer or means to quell his frustrations, she sees it right to be there as long as he stands it. were it her, she’d want the same...

no matter what lens it’s seen through, it had been dreadful. and she’d only seen from the outside, felt from the outside. all she can do is imagine frustration and confusion like that with the scarab, but even then...enjoyment was not high up there. that reminds her more of the alterations people’s moods had exposed to some of those odd kryptonite shards, but...far, far more invasive and visceral.]

Now, at least... that dreadful business may be over.

[gods, she hopes so. for his sake. for everyone’s. a little grilling in front of the press won’t feel like much heat at all in comparison.]

But..dreadful it remains.

[because awful things leave all kinds of bruises and scars.]

[As she draws into his lap, a relieved breath leaves him. Her weight is noticeably less than he'd expect, but he doesn't seem to care to ask about it. Perhaps he put the pieces together himself already, or maybe he just doesn't care. His muscles are thankful for it, tired things they are. The press of her only provokes a dull ache, instead of something more intense.

It pales in comparison to the comfort her proximity affords him, anyway. When he speaks, his voice is low, and it's a little forced.]

—Yeah. It fuckin' sucks.

[For too many reasons, and not many of which he wants to talk about. Not many of which he even knows how to talk about. He's gotten himself into such a convoluted mess, and he doesn't know what to believe, nor what to even think about it all.

His hold tightens, but it's a fraction of his actual strength, a testament to how his body's fairing in its recovery.]

...You're a true one, Lu. Don't ever lose that.

Edited 2019-10-22 20:59 (UTC)

[where he may lack, Lucina still has strength to spare, and as his effort permits it, she too holds more tightly, pressing against him and thinking little of his bare state now. conveying some semblance of security or consolation matters more than getting fussed up about states of dress or undress -- she can reflect on that later.

rather, the warmth she gets is from his weary words. it...doesn't seem right to be praised while someone is hurting, especially when she can do little to ease it; she very often underestimates the value of her efforts or presence in that way. it'd make more sense to her if she'd done something more, even if an embrace is a comfort she herself can't deny...

what does she say to that?

loosening her hold so she can set her head on his shoulder, her forehead against his neck, her voice even conveys some of that uncertainty.]

I'll...try not to, of course. You can hold me to that, then. Make sure...

[It's an odd thing about Guzma, that while he's quick to put people down, he also can give praise somewhat readily. Especially to those he values, and Lucina has certainly become one.

Guzma is certainly unbothered by her closeness and his bareness, even when she settles in against him, forehead against his neck, her breath on his collarbone. If anything, feeling her against his bare skin is its own comfort, the warmth of her easing his scattered mind, and soothing him.

Keeping his hold, he tilts his head against the top of hers, nestling his nose against her dark blue locks. He lets out an amused little huff at what she says, even if it lacks the usual amount of humor it might have had under different circumstances.]

That's assumin' you don't get sick of my ass before then, huh?

[Before she might protest with his little self-deprecating joke, he adds:]

But don't worry, your boy's gotcha.

R, right...

[your boy, he says. again, she quietly wonders if there's more to that, or if she's thinking too hard on it. ya boy, your boy...

either way, overthought or not, it does make her feel nice, and in that passing time just being present with each other, Lucina gradually settles from the float she'd done at first.

it'd be nice if something like this would last for a while, she thinks. which is...odd for her, considering how antsy she gets when she's left idle. but this really isn't...idleness, is it? this sort of quite company...there's an engagement going on that isn't straight-up movement or intention, that's all. she doesn't get a lot of that -- doesn't let herself, really. but if it means being able to ensure someone important is safe...

that's certainly what he is, isn't he? she'd been waffling on it for weeks now, trying to reconcile the paradoxes of their personalities and how little sense it makes to who she is -- who she thinks she is -- by comparison. it really shouldn't take someone nearly getting killed to come to those kinds of conclusions, should it? maybe she just is that thick in the head...or scared.

at some point, one arm withdrew to stay tucked between them, while the other lingered at his neck. it's comfier that way; her arm was liable to fall asleep clinging while twisted to sit that way. she's going to have to get keener about this sort of positioning, she figures...it's not like she'd know right away!

no, this really isn't idle at all, is it. not with that heart rate...]

Just...just in case I fail to make it clear some other time, I, ah... [a hesitation.] I may not...be very articulate. Or...versed in...things. But. I decided that I...don't regret what I...or, ah. We've done. So far. Pursuing...whatever this is, I mean.

Even when it's...not easy. Like, now, I suppose...I just mean that I think-- I think there's still value. I value it. You.

[somehow...it sounds lame aloud. she brings her free hand to her face, muttering something into her palm in embarrassment.]

[Lucina really isn't overthinking it, there's definitely a specific connotation in how he says "your boy" to her, versus the more casual "ya boy" he says to others. However, he's not about to come out and explain that one, so she might be left in her purgatory over it.

Perhaps Guzma would likewise be lost in such a conflicted state of mental reflection over this, but his tired mind seems to find difficulty in focusing on much more than how it feels to be holder her like this. It's too painful to really reflect on it all, or dissect what's happened, or how in such a short time he's grown so attached to her...but that's what happens, isn't it?

When he lets someone in, when he lets down the walls...he grows too attached too quickly. He gets sucked in and invested to a worrying degree. Particularly if they appeal to his skewed understanding of the world, his fucked up social darwinistic view. Whether Lucina meant to or not doesn't matter, because she does, and that's enough for him.

What jumbled thoughts he may or may not have had do not matter in the slightest in the wake of that...confession? Is that what that was? Either way, it leaves him charmed and warmed, both. The fact she can act so confident and powerful in the heat of battle, when staring death in the face, yet she has such trouble saying she values him...

She...values him.

After a quiet moment, there's a snort from Guzma that turns into a soft chuckle. While he had no issue adjusting so that she could get more comfortable, she's still tightly within his hold.]

Yeah...I don't regret it either. It ain't much like what I'm used to, but that ain't a bad thing.

[He punctuated that with a kiss to her head. He keeps himself nestled there as he continues:]

So, we ever gonna put a name to this, or is it gonna stay ambiguously amorous, huh?

[the kiss mollifies her a bit, fills her with a warmth that spreads throughout and to her toes. are things like that...supposed to tickle her that much? she doesn't have a reference point to compare it to. getting caught up in wondering about things like that...maybe it's just better to trust instinct for now, and now is comfortable. strangely safe, even?

not so safe from labels, though. Lucina's fingers curl against her chin as she listens, and her heart gives a loud thump at ambiguously amorous.

after a beat and a quiet gulp:] Well, I...I guess I don't know. What...name is good for...this?

[paramours, she thinks, and she flushes anew, because isn't that a bit too dramatic? yet the whole...boyfriend-girlfriend labels this world is keen on seem like...things not meant for her. and the sort of thing that draws in...lots of attention. why, look at Darin and Allura, after all!]

I dunno.

[He says pretty casually. He's not so pained by the prospect of what they're to be called, or even if they don't name it at all. Maybe he's just curious of her thoughts on the matter, if she wanted to commit to a label, or if maybe having something so...set in stone with someone like him, regardless of his value to her, was an unsightly ordeal.

He wouldn't be surprised if it were the latter. Not because of self-pity, but because he's well aware of how it would look for someone like her to be definitively involved with someone like him.

Besides, isn't he at this point used to being the target of his affection's dirty secret?]

We don't gotta, if that ain't what you're feelin'. I get it.

[she grimaces, because even though he shows no resentment, she can't help but feel as though she ought to have a better answer. maybe if a romantic relationship were more like a duel or a spar...]

I think that...well. Ambiguous doesn't much apply anymore...right?

How about...

[uhhh.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

how would Inigo put this??

...wait, no. she doesn't want to put it how Inigo puts things.

what would Severa say? or...Brady?

she blinks.

point-blank:] ..."Going steady"-?

[That gets a laugh out of Guzma, though it's a little hoarse. It's not malicious or anything, just greatly amused.]

Makes us sound like a couple of kids.

[But he gives her an affectionate squeeze.]

I'm feelin' it, though.

[kids?? what -- really? Lucina is barely able to puff out a surprised, indignant sound before she's squeezed, and that quells her for the moment.

for the moment.

embarrassed, she mutters against his skin:] Y...you weren't suggesting anything better, so...!

Look, I ain't blamin' ya none, you ain't from this era after all. Just, "going steady" is the type of shit young teens would say.

[Which...brings up the question of her age, and for a second Guzma pauses thinking about that. It's too awkward to ask, but he's pretty sure she's...not a young teen. Yeah, he's just gonna assume the best in this situation.]

But I guess "girlfriend and boyfriend" are equally as lame soundin', huh? Never really cared for that, anyway.

Like I said, it don't matter what we name it, though "seeing each other" is a bit better for our ages. It's all the same.

[He gives a light, one-shoulder shrug (He doesn't need to accidentally check her head with his shoulder, now does he?)]

You're my girl, and I'm your boy.

[seeing...isn't that ambiguous, she thinks? gods, people see things and people and places all the time! why add a layer of...of such intimate depth to such a common verb?! at least steady has more clarity than...just...seeing...

ugh.

she'd make her complaint known, but he had to go and say something like...like that, and...

well, the best she can do is quietly glow, her skin prickling and her chest tightening. it still seems...improper, somehow? something not for her. especially with a mission like hers, what business does she have even pretending.

but...if things really are heading toward a hellish road...wasn't that just more reason to be true not just to her cause, but her heart as well? wouldn't Owain say as much? wouldn't her father, her mother?

she swallows, then lets out a quiet little breath.]

...Yes. Lame or...or childish or otherwise...the conclusion ought to still be clear.

[she moves so she can tilt her head up and peer at him -- a peculiar angle, mostly jaw and nose. but he's still up there, so--]

We're in agreement, you and I. So there'll be no mysteries...should something worse happen, gods forbid.

[Look, Guzma didn't choose the terms, they are what they are. Language evolves, and its often stupid, you just roll with it.

It's still weird even for him. Dating is one thing, but something so vulnerable as this? It's new and a little frightening. After all, he hurts so easily...even if he does everything to convince people otherwise. He also tries to keep people away from him with all his verbose and ridiculous intimidation tactics, yet here he let her in. Here he was drawn to her...

When she moves to peer at him, he likewise glances down at her, eyebrow raised. Though, it lowers when she says her piece, but a small smile finds itself on his lips.]

How grim.

[But he gets it.]

But I agree. No point in leaving mysteries that can't be solved. With how things're goin' down the shitter, better to be honest about these things, huh?

[He says, while still withholding information, but whatever. No one ever said he wasn't a hypocrite.]

[her mouth quirks as she squints at him. that's...a crude way to put it, but it's probably not entirely wrong.]

Even if things weren't...honest is better. [after all, people port out regardless of the circumstances, don't they? she'd already made the mistake of holding her tongue about her feelings once before, and whatever future that might have led to seems to be quite gone.

yes, honest is better. and while Guzma may be many things: brash, unapologetic, stubborn, rude...Lucina has not yet known him to be a liar. so more's the value in his words, and the better they are at keeping her creeping doubts at bay. grim though she might be in many ways, but Lucina has always been trusting and keen to cling to hope, no matter what the form it may take.

so, before he can get away with saying more things that catch her off-guard and leave her feeling like a twitterpated schoolchild, Lucina's hand moves up his neck and to the back of his head to guide him down so she may gently kiss him -- a soft but sincere touch that she means to only further impress on the merit of their words; a stamp? seal of approval?

gods, words are terrible.]

[That squint only seems to tickle him, because he kinda enjoys her reactions to his crudeness. She doesn't seem to entirely oppose it, but she's definitely not used to it. It makes for cute little reactions, even some are more subtle than others.

It's true that Guzma's not much of a liar. He might front one way or the other in an effort to defend or protect himself, but that's a bit different than outright deception. Typically, he will withhold information before spinning some bullshit. Not that he can't, or that he won't should he find it necessary, just most the time he doesn't.

Lucina is indeed successful in keeping his mouth shut, because how the hell can he say anything when she catches him off guard by kissing him? That hand on the back of his head, fingers against the shaved part of his hair, sends a warm tingling through him. It pales considerably to the kiss, but together they warm him thoroughly and he returns the gesture readily.

It's such a soft and gentle gesture, entirely different to what he is accustom, that it almost feels alien. Like he's the inexperienced one here, and not her. What good is his experience, when it's not applicable in this relationship?

In their relationship. Yeah, that feels good to think about.]

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