[ Eyes softening, Grell's upturned brows knit together. Abigail's cuteness would be the second death of her, she's sure of it; and yet, she's unable to resist wrapping her arms about that tiny frame and holding her dearly. ]
It's settled then. I name you, Hatoki.
[ And thus, the process begins-- shining characters emblazoning into the shinki's skin and all; Grell, however, won't be seeing any of it, while her consciousness is consumed by memories that are not her own.
She's no stranger to this, now, but things are very different this time. When she comes to, it's to the sensation of a wet trickle over her wrists. Her face is hot, her chest aches - and she's crying, she realizes.
Trying her hardest not to sniffle, Grell's face writhes in empathetic agony as she curls in her embrace around little Abigail. ]
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It's settled then. I name you, Hatoki.
[ And thus, the process begins-- shining characters emblazoning into the shinki's skin and all; Grell, however, won't be seeing any of it, while her consciousness is consumed by memories that are not her own.
She's no stranger to this, now, but things are very different this time. When she comes to, it's to the sensation of a wet trickle over her wrists. Her face is hot, her chest aches - and she's crying, she realizes.
Trying her hardest not to sniffle, Grell's face writhes in empathetic agony as she curls in her embrace around little Abigail. ]