[it doesn't mean she won't try. there has to be something she can do, something she can make happen, and it's only when the presence in her head shrieks that it's throwing energy into a bottomless pit, that she'll just wear herself to shreds, that Emily pulls back. her burned hands can be healed, but all she can do after is hold him and wait, and it's terrifying. if she keeps watching, he can't die on her. he's stronger than that - she has to believe.
whatever the moon is doing to him, she begs of it to stop.
time passes, flowing slow like crystalized honey. but it does pass, and she's still here. if that's the only thing she can do for him, she'll do it. waiting, for this to either do the job or end.]
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whatever the moon is doing to him, she begs of it to stop.
time passes, flowing slow like crystalized honey. but it does pass, and she's still here. if that's the only thing she can do for him, she'll do it. waiting, for this to either do the job or end.]