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Re: Innocent DB/Hadvar - "Useless" 2h/?
Date: 2016-07-30 05:19 am (UTC)Abigail bit her bottom lip, feeling wretched, and spoke up very quietly. "Please don't go."
He looked back down at her, his eyes conveying a sort of weariness. "I'm coming back," he said quietly. "Riverwood's home."
Abigail closed her eyes, made herself breathe. "You promise me?" she opened her eyes again, feeling calmer. "When?"
Hadvar laughed uneasily and stepped forward, taking her shoulders again. "Abigail, I'm a soldier. Helgen - well, what's left of it - was my post, and any who survived will head to Solitude to be reassigned."
Abigail sighed raggedly, trying to tell herself to stop being a baby.
Hadvar laughed a little again at her shudder, tucking Abigail's hair behind her ear. "Hey! You'll be all right. Sit it out here with Sigrid and Dorthe. My uncle Alvor's a good guy, too, and he might even teach you some smithing, if you ask him nicely," he nodded, smiling and ducking to her level. "Maybe you can make me a replacement for that dagger while I'm gone?"
Abigail didn't respond, just stared back at him, searching his eyes.
The sensible part of Abigail told her to nod, to respond. Why was she being such a baby? Hadvar had done so much for her, and she was only being a bother by protesting like a stubborn child, making life more difficult for him.
What if she never saw him again?
A desperate part of Abigail leaned forward a little, slowly, gauging him for response. Too afraid to move any further toward him, she watched him. His grey eyes flickered with yellow torchlight, looking down at her lips for just a second, before meeting her eyes.
Hadvar cleared his throat. "We should leave, it is very late," he said very evenly. His grip on her shoulder was firm, stopping her from moving forward any further.
"Hadvar," Abigail whispered, bringing her hands up to his forearms, indicating she wanted to be let go of. His grip lessened at her touch, and she stepped forward now, his hands sliding around her shoulders to rest on her shoulder blades, his arms embracing her.
Unsure of what she was doing exactly, she looked up at him, placing her hands on his chest, leaning herself ever so slightly against him.
He was very still; his body was rigid.
"What," he breathed, "are you doing?"
"I..." Abigail trailed her hands from his chest to his upper arms, and held them, enjoying the feel of the muscle against her hands. She kneaded his upper arms gently. "...I don't know."