All it could do was nod, one hand coming up carefully, daring to run through the very tips of Marluxia's hair. It was soft... soft and gentle like raw silk, and it hoped that soon the rest of him would be that soft and gentle to it as well. A vague feeling and hope fluttered inside its chest. Here was its protector... strong and commanding, he would be the one that made the pain and hurting and lonliness stop.
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Date: 2007-06-03 06:27 am (UTC)It believed.
Because what else could it do?