[ Loki accepts her kiss with grace, letting his eyes close briefly and only raising his eyebrows at the mention of Byerly. He's a very strange man, by his measure, and is made even stranger by the impossibility to get a good read on, but he's important to Alexandrie and so he won't repeat himself about it.
The rest of it...
He feels a little bad, for being flippant about her husband's lack of foresight. In his position, Loki definitely would have stolen something of Alexandrie's to take with him across the continent. There's no reason to presume it hadn't been the same for d'Asgard.
His hand comes up to cover hers at his cheek. It isn't fair, the things she's lost to war. That she doesn't know one way or another.
The wish that he could do something about it is in his bones, but what, exactly, escapes him still. ]
I would rather you not be afraid.
[ He knows he has very little control over that reality. ]
[ And she is. Trying. Trembling near tears or not, Alexandrie still wears a smile, and her eyes are full of those remnants of faith and hope she has collected rather than despair. ]
It helps, to have your songs to reach for when I miss you. To know you miss me enough to wish to carry a remembrance from me. To be close to you when you are here.
[ She shifts now, seeking after that selfsame comfort of leaning against him, tucking her head at his shoulder. ]
[ He can see it in the way she holds herself even when she's near tears, hears it in her voice even when they've been separated. They are both creatures that have grown too accustomed to their own suffering for their own good, but that doesn't mean either of them wants to be afraid of the future, of what might happen to them.
As she leans he wraps his arm around her again, tucking her head beneath his chin and breathing out softly. ] I know.
Time is probably our best bet.
[ He likes the idea that they have that time to work with. ]
[ She is quiet like this, tucked against him. Even though she can't quite think of 'time' without a little spike of anticipatory loss, or allow herself to see the future spreading for them like bright fields without pulling back as if touching it will burn, he makes her quiet.
She will have to learn again to feel safe in other than the present, but for now— ]
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The rest of it...
He feels a little bad, for being flippant about her husband's lack of foresight. In his position, Loki definitely would have stolen something of Alexandrie's to take with him across the continent. There's no reason to presume it hadn't been the same for d'Asgard.
His hand comes up to cover hers at his cheek. It isn't fair, the things she's lost to war. That she doesn't know one way or another.
The wish that he could do something about it is in his bones, but what, exactly, escapes him still. ]
I would rather you not be afraid.
[ He knows he has very little control over that reality. ]
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I am trying.
[ And she is. Trying. Trembling near tears or not, Alexandrie still wears a smile, and her eyes are full of those remnants of faith and hope she has collected rather than despair. ]
It helps, to have your songs to reach for when I miss you. To know you miss me enough to wish to carry a remembrance from me. To be close to you when you are here.
[ She shifts now, seeking after that selfsame comfort of leaning against him, tucking her head at his shoulder. ]
Perhaps the rest is time.
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[ He can see it in the way she holds herself even when she's near tears, hears it in her voice even when they've been separated. They are both creatures that have grown too accustomed to their own suffering for their own good, but that doesn't mean either of them wants to be afraid of the future, of what might happen to them.
As she leans he wraps his arm around her again, tucking her head beneath his chin and breathing out softly. ] I know.
Time is probably our best bet.
[ He likes the idea that they have that time to work with. ]
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She will have to learn again to feel safe in other than the present, but for now— ]
Thank you, [ she says, ] for the stars.
And for coming back.