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[erschlagen]

“Only call me if you need me!
If not, then PISS OFF before I get angry!”

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[sangreine]

[ When she hears him call her name, her threatening tears start falling. She's almost unaware of them with how her focus is entirely on the closed door in front of her and she rests her hand against it since it's the closest she can get to the one she loves right now... unless she breaks it in. Don't think she hasn't thought of that, it would be so easy, and she needs him and he needs her, and-- ]

[ Her frantic thoughts are interrupted when the door flies open, leaving her hand hanging in the air. Tears are streaming down her face but despite that she looks perfect, wearing flowing white with her eyes -- entirely sane though sad and scared -- trained on him. ]

[ She reaches out to him, hand shaking, tentative. She's not certain he'll want her to touch him, but right now it's the only thing in the world that she wants; to comfort him, to comfort herself. Selfishness and selflessness in one single gesture. ]

[erschlagen]

[For a second, Rosenkrantz thought she was a ghost. While he wasn’t completely unaware of the trivialities of death here in Ellipsa, Rosen just doubted that Saya would return. The nature of her death was so visceral and violent that he just assumed she was gone forever. He could still remember the scent of her blood as Yuri violently tore through her neck with just one fell swoop. It all happened so fast. One minute Saya was snarling and hissing at him; the next second, she was dead.

The entire ordeal reminded him too much of how his daughter Deirdre died. It’s this stark similarity that caused him to halt his blade when Saya needed him most. The entire scenario was almost like a one-for-one reenactment except for minor details. It was terrifying enough to rattle Rosen’s spirit. That’s why he seems so surprised now to see Saya alive and well.

He stared at her for a long time, half expecting the woman to grow fangs and attack him, until she suddenly began to cry. It’s then that Rosen snaps out of his trance and embraces her. Saya isn’t dead; she isn’t dead.]

[sangreine]

[ The disbelief and alarm on his face is almost too much to bear. All Saya wanted was a chance at a future, and look what she's done. She's hurting, but it's clear by the way Rosen stares at her that he's hurting far more. All she wants is to wrap herself around him and stroke his hair and kiss his face until he can smile again. ]

[ She's not sure if he wants that from her, is the problem. So Saya is still, her hand hanging in the air between them, tears trickling down her face. Waiting, hoping. ]

[ When at last he embraces her, she moves in one great rush to meet him, like the sudden surge of a spring after being wound too tight. Her hands grip his clothes and her face buries against his chest. ]

I'm here. [ She wants to fumble over endless apologies, and those may come soon, but just now that seems like what he needs to hear. Her vast experience with her dead loved ones reviving is instructive. ] I love you. I'm here.