[ It isn't so often that the Director—a man known for the art he made of words, his speech woven into elegant tapestries of color and sound with which to hearten others, granting them safety and and all the strength to be found in his own convictions—finds himself speechless. And yet, in this moment, Sion finds no response for the way Julius entrusts himself to him, the other man unhesitant when he avows what I can give, I will give to you, and thinks to give the Director thanks.
(To call Sion friend, a sentiment which the Director hadn't expected to be returned.)
No, perhaps there is no response to be found in the here and now, only action which sees Sion's footfalls slow to a careful stop, the arm about Julius' waist remaining gentle-strong in its grip even as the Director turns to catch grey eyes with gold.
Gold which, for the second time in Julius' presence, is over-bright, hinting at tears which have yet to fall. ]
There is--... [ (There is no need to cry, Sion. Julius will be all right. Even if you must move the heavens themselves in order to save him, you will.) ] ...no need to thank me.
[ Leaning forward ever so slightly, Sion touches his forehead to Julius' own, lingering there for a moment as his eyes fall closed, silver lashes fanning against cheeks to stay his tears. Moisture, which dampens his cheeks because while it is an honor to be the acting vessel of another's wish, Sion would much prefer that Julius be able to see his own aispirations realized for himself.
(That Julius would one day know his heart is beautiful as it is human; that it is worth believing in.) ]
After all, I've only done as I promised. [ One breath, then two. Eyes open. A slow drawing away. ] I said I would stand by your side, did I not? Until the day when you find your light.
[ And even long after that. ]
I will do all that I can to ensure that your wish to help others is known, but before then—
[ There is one thing which he might offer to the other man, beyond the aid of an escort to his ship; something which will enable the Director to return to the Company labs in search of a way to help stave off the end which Julius had predicted for himself. ]
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[ It isn't so often that the Director—a man known for the art he made of words, his speech woven into elegant tapestries of color and sound with which to hearten others, granting them safety and and all the strength to be found in his own convictions—finds himself speechless. And yet, in this moment, Sion finds no response for the way Julius entrusts himself to him, the other man unhesitant when he avows what I can give, I will give to you, and thinks to give the Director thanks.
(To call Sion friend, a sentiment which the Director hadn't expected to be returned.)
No, perhaps there is no response to be found in the here and now, only action which sees Sion's footfalls slow to a careful stop, the arm about Julius' waist remaining gentle-strong in its grip even as the Director turns to catch grey eyes with gold.
Gold which, for the second time in Julius' presence, is over-bright, hinting at tears which have yet to fall. ]
There is--... [ (There is no need to cry, Sion. Julius will be all right. Even if you must move the heavens themselves in order to save him, you will.) ] ...no need to thank me.
[ Leaning forward ever so slightly, Sion touches his forehead to Julius' own, lingering there for a moment as his eyes fall closed, silver lashes fanning against cheeks to stay his tears. Moisture, which dampens his cheeks because while it is an honor to be the acting vessel of another's wish, Sion would much prefer that Julius be able to see his own aispirations realized for himself.
(That Julius would one day know his heart is beautiful as it is human; that it is worth believing in.) ]
After all, I've only done as I promised. [ One breath, then two. Eyes open. A slow drawing away. ] I said I would stand by your side, did I not? Until the day when you find your light.
[ And even long after that. ]
I will do all that I can to ensure that your wish to help others is known, but before then—
[ There is one thing which he might offer to the other man, beyond the aid of an escort to his ship; something which will enable the Director to return to the Company labs in search of a way to help stave off the end which Julius had predicted for himself. ]
—will you allow me to help you?