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he hesitates. that much is clear. it's not truly his decision. cyrus helps him to stabilize himself. to have him not disappear into nothing. but without a death demigod? well who knows.
"ill stay."
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frigid touch permeates right to the core as he runs his palm soothingly over her back, yet she wouldn't have it any other way. she only presses herself closer, face tucked into the crook of his neck. she missed this, missed 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
"you'll stay, right ... ?"
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he didn't. but he didn't say anything. he didn't speak about how he was basically non existent during the time he was gone.
he understands now why ghosts haunt the way they do.
"i'm here," he whispers, gently rubbing at her back.
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breath hitches slightly, watching her fingers phase through his hand; a faint reminder of his true form as a spirit—— a banshee.
"i sometimes forget," she mutters, nuzzling a little closer and holding on a little tighter,
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his eyes watch her fingers move, the soft feeling of them sending a shiver up his back despite already being cold.
"well," he sighs fingers wiggling. he lets his hands go translucent, her fingers going through his hand, "it's hard to retain body heat when you're — "
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darn it.
peeking up at sujin after a moment, locking her curious gaze with his.
"sujinnie," she begins in a murmur, tracing the back of his palm, "how come you're so cold?"
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squeaking upon feeling the chill of his form, yet that doesn't stop her from nuzzling up to him as close as possible. she's convinced ( perhaps delusionally so ) that she can transfer her heat this way—— worth the shot, right?
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