[ The roaring sound in his own ears subsides to make way for the thundering pulse of his heart instead, and he grits his teeth with a white-hot fury as he realises this place thoroughly got the better of him; using her against him is a dirty tactic, but one he feels foolish for not seeing coming, so the shaking of his balled fists is not only from anger but from a furious shame, too.
Then, he realises the sound of his pulse is not the only one he can hear, and he spins just in time to hear his name slip tentatively from the mouth of his beloved Ghost, as she stands in the door looking pretty, but also like she's moments from fainting.
Thoughts of Akasha fall from him as swiftly as they had come, to be replaced instead by his ire that this City would orchestrate Ghost being here at this exact moment, to see him like this, to look so shaken as though there is more than just seeing the violence he is capable of troubling her. He has the instinct to tear apart whatever it is that's upset her, but he settles instead for slowly approaching her, palms out as though placating, some small and tender part of his heart willing her not to run from him. ]
Ghost, ma rousse, don't be afraid.
[ The ears on his head flatten a little without his knowledge, as he comes close and raises a hand as if to take her cheek in his palm. ]
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Then, he realises the sound of his pulse is not the only one he can hear, and he spins just in time to hear his name slip tentatively from the mouth of his beloved Ghost, as she stands in the door looking pretty, but also like she's moments from fainting.
Thoughts of Akasha fall from him as swiftly as they had come, to be replaced instead by his ire that this City would orchestrate Ghost being here at this exact moment, to see him like this, to look so shaken as though there is more than just seeing the violence he is capable of troubling her. He has the instinct to tear apart whatever it is that's upset her, but he settles instead for slowly approaching her, palms out as though placating, some small and tender part of his heart willing her not to run from him. ]
Ghost, ma rousse, don't be afraid.
[ The ears on his head flatten a little without his knowledge, as he comes close and raises a hand as if to take her cheek in his palm. ]