[ they both welcome her so warmly, so happily, that olivia suddenly wonders why she'd been so worried in the first place. one glance at their smiles — they way they both dote on her, and acknowledge the mutual love between her and achilles — and she instantly feels quite silly for having reacted as she had. how confused achilles must have been, to see her heart shatter so visibly when all along it had been for naught!
her relief must be palpable by the time she steps into the circle of achilles' arms, her hands curling almost desperately in his. still, she smiles, taking cue from the ones they shine down upon her, and though there is still a bit of her nerves left frayed (rustling briefly at the unexpectedly intimate touch of patroclus' hand on her cheek), she remains otherwise positive (perhaps even resolutely so), seeing how that her hope has been validated. ]
H-How we met...? Oh gosh, it seems so long ago...
[ nearly eight months it's been, hasn't it? though it would be ten for her, given her two-month stay back on the shores of nalawi. she can hardly believe it has been so long, though in truth their relationship hadn't fully blossomed until two months after that. it seems almost surreal now to think about, like some whirlwind she cannot quite effectively grasp, even as she stands here now holding achilles' hand like some sort of anchor.
she hesitates, if only out of respect. though the love the two men had shared has apparently been put to rest, she feels no compulsion to reopen any wounds that may still be tender or vulnerable with insensitivity. thus she turns to achilles for assistance, trusting the man would know what parts of their story would and would not injure. ]
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her relief must be palpable by the time she steps into the circle of achilles' arms, her hands curling almost desperately in his. still, she smiles, taking cue from the ones they shine down upon her, and though there is still a bit of her nerves left frayed (rustling briefly at the unexpectedly intimate touch of patroclus' hand on her cheek), she remains otherwise positive (perhaps even resolutely so), seeing how that her hope has been validated. ]
H-How we met...? Oh gosh, it seems so long ago...
[ nearly eight months it's been, hasn't it? though it would be ten for her, given her two-month stay back on the shores of nalawi. she can hardly believe it has been so long, though in truth their relationship hadn't fully blossomed until two months after that. it seems almost surreal now to think about, like some whirlwind she cannot quite effectively grasp, even as she stands here now holding achilles' hand like some sort of anchor.
she hesitates, if only out of respect. though the love the two men had shared has apparently been put to rest, she feels no compulsion to reopen any wounds that may still be tender or vulnerable with insensitivity. thus she turns to achilles for assistance, trusting the man would know what parts of their story would and would not injure. ]