Blood on the leaves

[myironeyes]

[He knocks more as an announcement than anything, and lets himself in. Smiles a little, wearily, despite the things he's been thinking about, the things he needs to say. It's good to see C'Rizz surrounded - literally, in the blanket pile - with presents, with how much he is loved.]

A good Christmas, so far?

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[to_dust]

I'm afraid. Of what I can be made into and what I am.

[He moves toward Marsh, takes his hand again, crying not particularly gracefully now. Eutermesan throats stop up and choke just like human ones when they cry, and he's rasping miserably.]

[myironeyes]

It's okay. It's okay to be afraid.

[He tugs C'Rizz in a little he takes Marsh's hand, not entirely sure of himself, but if C'Rizz leans into him, the knobbled blunt spike-ends beneath his cloak notwithstanding, he'll wrap the other arm gingerly around him.]

You can't let it stop you forever. But it's. Terrifying, facing yourself like that. It's okay.