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couples_therapy - 12.1 - Comfort
May. 10th, 2008 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
on_holy_groundDarius opened his eyes, unsure at first what it was that had woken him. He had never been a very deep sleeper, but for the last several weeks he had been sleeping even lighter than was normal. He was worried about Ynez, and as the communication between them had broken down more and more, it had been harder for him to keep track of how things were going with her. This had caused more than one restless night over the past several weeks.
However it wasn’t his thoughts that had woken him this time, but a growing feeling that something was wrong. A lot of things had been wrong recently of course, but this was different. This was something more.
With a growing sense of unease, Darius slipped out of bed and quietly made his way to the hallway. The living room was dark and quiet and the kitchen appeared the same way. Ynez had always had trouble sleeping at night, and he often heard her moving around when he would wake at times. He had never told her, but the sound of her movements had often brought a small sense of comfort to him as he lay down, especially in the last few weeks. They let him know that she was still all right. Now there was nothing, and that caused a sliver of fear to slice through his heart.
Just as he started to go into the darkened room to see if he could find her, a soft sound caught his attention. Turning, he saw a sliver of light through the bathroom door, and he slowly made his way over. The sound became more distinct as he got closer, and he realized that she was crying.
He paused for just a moment, unsure if she would get upset with him for seeing her in such a position. Things had been so difficult between them lately that he had become unsure of himself in ways he had never been before. Words he would have said were left unspoken and gestures he would have made were left undone for fear that he would upset her again. Yet it only took that one momentary pause for him to open the door and walk into the room.
There were times when words, no matter how well intentioned, were simply not enough. It had taken him some time to really realize, but as he saw her there on the floor it really made him understand the truth. Sometimes the best kind of comfort was the kind that came without any words at all.
Slowly, so he doesn’t startle her accidentally, he settles down on the floor beside her. Without a word, he reaches out for her, and pulls her carefully against his chest. One hand holds her close as he gently strokes her hair and just listens to her cry. He doesn’t know how long they stay there on the floor, but in the end it doesn’t matter. The important thing was that they were there together.
ooc: Ynez' point of view of this situation can be found here.
However it wasn’t his thoughts that had woken him this time, but a growing feeling that something was wrong. A lot of things had been wrong recently of course, but this was different. This was something more.
With a growing sense of unease, Darius slipped out of bed and quietly made his way to the hallway. The living room was dark and quiet and the kitchen appeared the same way. Ynez had always had trouble sleeping at night, and he often heard her moving around when he would wake at times. He had never told her, but the sound of her movements had often brought a small sense of comfort to him as he lay down, especially in the last few weeks. They let him know that she was still all right. Now there was nothing, and that caused a sliver of fear to slice through his heart.
Just as he started to go into the darkened room to see if he could find her, a soft sound caught his attention. Turning, he saw a sliver of light through the bathroom door, and he slowly made his way over. The sound became more distinct as he got closer, and he realized that she was crying.
He paused for just a moment, unsure if she would get upset with him for seeing her in such a position. Things had been so difficult between them lately that he had become unsure of himself in ways he had never been before. Words he would have said were left unspoken and gestures he would have made were left undone for fear that he would upset her again. Yet it only took that one momentary pause for him to open the door and walk into the room.
There were times when words, no matter how well intentioned, were simply not enough. It had taken him some time to really realize, but as he saw her there on the floor it really made him understand the truth. Sometimes the best kind of comfort was the kind that came without any words at all.
Slowly, so he doesn’t startle her accidentally, he settles down on the floor beside her. Without a word, he reaches out for her, and pulls her carefully against his chest. One hand holds her close as he gently strokes her hair and just listens to her cry. He doesn’t know how long they stay there on the floor, but in the end it doesn’t matter. The important thing was that they were there together.
ooc: Ynez' point of view of this situation can be found here.
