The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Merrill]

Merrill shakes her head rapidly, shoulders hunched and tense. "D-D-D-" She breaks off with a muffled hiccup, as if trying to hold back tears.

[NPCs]

"I am Daughter Taras," the feminine being supplies. "She normally takes a warm bath and weeps for some time after a session, to recover her control. Can you assist?"

[Carver Amell]

"Oh," says Carver, blushing faintly as he sheaths his sword. "I'm-- I'm really sorry, Merrill, I didn't mean to interrupt -- I just-- I heard crying and I thought someone was hurting you-- of course I'll help, whatever you need."

[Merrill]

Merrill peeks up at him, weighing her options. He... he's never... hurt me. Even... even when he could. And... Moving slowly, warily, the elf shuffles closer to him. "H-h-hollll-d  m-m-m-"

[Carver Amell]

Carver opens his arms wide, bundling her up in them as soon as she moves in close enough. "Of course. I'm sorry," he murmurs. 

[Merrill]

She's tense, rigid, in his arms for a few moments. Then, without much warning, she almost melts against him, crying into his shoulder. She clings to him tightly, as if needing his solid frame to help her withstand the storm of emotions roaring through her. 

[NPCs]

Over Merrill's shoulder, Daughter Taras watches with an approving air. As Merrill continues to cry, a soft touch brushes against his mind. ~There is a moss mound to your left you may recline on or sit if you seek comfort for you both.~

[Carver Amell]

Carver doesn't move; he doesn't want to disturb her, and his legs are strong enough to hold them both upright for a while as he rubs her back, trying to soothe her. "It's alright," he keeps saying, gently. "It's alright."

[Merrill]

Merrill cries for a good ten minutes before falling silent, never once pulling away or relenting in her tight embrace. After a few minutes of silence, she sniffles once more, then speaks. "...sorry," she mumbles.

[Carver Amell]

"Hey, you're fine," he says, gently. "I was interrupting. I'm the one who's sorry."

[Merrill]

Merrill shakes her head a little. "Ruined your shirt," she says weakly, too exhausted and drained to be nervous. "Warm," she adds, burrowing even closer to him.

[Carver Amell]

"It'll wash," he assures her, cradling her close. 

[Merrill]

A slight nod. "...I'm broken inside," she confesses. "That... that thing was me. The inside of my heart."

[Carver Amell]

"Okay," he says, still holding her. That's all, just acknowledging what she said.

[Merrill]

Merrill is quiet again, sneaking peeks up at his face. She tries, but she's not a very subtle person so he'd certainly notice.