[ It's all she manages to get out. She's been so scared of letting her emotions out all day. Her dead face and voice, her straightforward way of talking and her abrupt mannerisms, all of it was just the evidence of the way she'd bolted down her every feeling, to keep them from fleeing out through her voice and her hands and her tears.
But it's not as if she actually resists, or pushes Hannibal away. Far from it. With a soft whine high in the back of her throat she leans into him, gripping his shirt tight in her hands before she circles her arms around him in turn. It is probably no surprise that she starts to cry.
These tears are not like the wailing, screaming tears of when she broke down after the announcement of the vote. They are very quiet, punctuated mostly by gasps and a handful of barely-there sobs.
Xion buries her face in Hannibal's chest and just ... cries, pushed so far past her breaking point that even her crying sounds weak. ]
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[ It's all she manages to get out. She's been so scared of letting her emotions out all day. Her dead face and voice, her straightforward way of talking and her abrupt mannerisms, all of it was just the evidence of the way she'd bolted down her every feeling, to keep them from fleeing out through her voice and her hands and her tears.
But it's not as if she actually resists, or pushes Hannibal away. Far from it. With a soft whine high in the back of her throat she leans into him, gripping his shirt tight in her hands before she circles her arms around him in turn. It is probably no surprise that she starts to cry.
These tears are not like the wailing, screaming tears of when she broke down after the announcement of the vote. They are very quiet, punctuated mostly by gasps and a handful of barely-there sobs.
Xion buries her face in Hannibal's chest and just ... cries, pushed so far past her breaking point that even her crying sounds weak. ]