.[Hope Estheim - 0.0.2. Action]. The wait is excruciating!~ (Cherrygrove)

[cursedwithpuns]

[Hope had gotten up early this morning. After speaking to Lightning on the phone everyday since he arrived? The anticipation of seeing her again was making him fidget. His Absol was standing down by his feet. Watching him pace.

Hope is basically waiting for his welcome wagon to arrive. Feel free to stop by and poke him, call him on the cell or whatever you please really.]

Comments

[Action]

[soggypastry]

Yeah. Hold on tight.

[That's pretty much the only warning he gets before Lightning shifts, moving in a way that lets her pick him up with both arms as she stands. It's a good thing that the bed is literally right behind him, because his legs aren't the only ones that don't want to behave properly.

She'd been able to lift Snow in Palompolum. But that was when she was in military shape. Now...now she can lift Hope for the few seconds it takes to get him onto the bed again, barely. She's definitely gotten soft around the edges after a near year and a half here.]

[Action]

[cursedwithpuns]

[Hope shakes his head when they're on the bed. He looks up at the woman who had caused him so much pain, yet had been the person to start to wipe it away. His head on the pillow was comfortable, giving his body some relief from the exhaustion.

He looked up at Lightning, and put his hand on her arm.]

Can I... Can I rest for a bit?

[He was hesitant. If he took his eyes off of her... she could disappear couldn't she? He grabbed her hand.]

Bu-But you can't leave. Stay here. With me.

[He squeezes her hand.]

[Action]

[soggypastry]

[She could disappear even if he was staring right at her, but she only guessed as much and wouldn't say it without cold hard fact to back up. No, there would be a lot she wouldn't say for a while, not until he'd recovered more from this. So for now, she'd only squeeze his hand and move hair from his eyes with her free one. She'd stay as long as he needed, be it days, weeks, longer....Leon would understand.]

I told you: I'm not going anywhere. Just rest.

Re: [Action]

[cursedwithpuns]

O-Okay.

[He laid back and stared at the ceiling for a little while. His head was still swimming. He tried not to think about it, but the thoughts just kept coming back.

Eventually, he falls into a shallow, fitful sleep. The troubles of the day spreading to his dreams.]