@halfyearsqueen said: [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver. , for helaena .
she does not know how to voice her grief. it feels all encompassing, feels as if it will swallow her whole and never spit her back out. looking at her sister does not help, does not ease the ache in her chest, because helaena does not know how to say the words aloud. doesn't know how to say what she has seen in her nightmares, not without being hushed again and told that it is nothing more than a dream. but the pit in her stomach does not feel dreamlike, the uncertainty that lingers does not feel as if it will dissipate like a dream. the foreboding only suffocates her further, until her hand is clinging tighter to rhaenyra's arm, willing her to not leave her side on the couch.
“ please. ” she says softly, unable to turn her gaze up from her lap, unable to look over at her, for fear of the tears that will shed from lilac colored eyes. a deep inhale of breath as her fingers press a little harder into rhaenyra's arm, insistent pressure so as to not be ignored.
“ you mustn't . . . ‘nyra. " a vague warning as helaena’s voice wobbles to life, low and uncertain still as she shakes the cobwebs from her vocal cords. “ you must end it before it begins. " a terrible shake to her fingers as she lifts them from her sister's arm, bringing her hands together in her lap to wring against one another.