[in the overwhelming chaos of the explosion and the stress-filled escape back to the city, there had been precious little time to talk, much less connect on a tactile level. even simple hugs had fallen by the wayside in an attempt to return to the city that they'd all known but weren't sure they could trust any more. only a look had served as a goodbye before their group had scattered and, in the ensuing losses, all felicity had time for was her own grief, finding ways to cope with what she'd done and what had been done to her and those she cared about.
seeing ezio come through her window is the balm she isn't aware her soul needs and his touch soothes so many raw wounds that she's not aware still exist. Tears spring to her eyes as he pulls her close and one hand clasps the back of his head to hold him close.
exhaling on a sigh, she feels the tension she's been carrying ease slightly and her next breath is shaky as she tries to keep her composure.]
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seeing ezio come through her window is the balm she isn't aware her soul needs and his touch soothes so many raw wounds that she's not aware still exist. Tears spring to her eyes as he pulls her close and one hand clasps the back of his head to hold him close.
exhaling on a sigh, she feels the tension she's been carrying ease slightly and her next breath is shaky as she tries to keep her composure.]