Acknowledging the heavy sadness that weighs him down, that will likely remain no matter what future they form because of the long history of pain, loss, and suffering that trails him the rest of his days, and having it be accepted as ever present—though not something to face and to suffer from alone—relieves something in his heart, something Mayerling cannot yet untangle. It is enough, at this moment, to accept it is true. They shall both have further time to reflect on themselves and on each other. Mayerling accepts the feeling in the moment and lets it be.
"You are welcome," he intones deeply and means it with all his heart.
His heart speeds up from there, as he anticipates the words Sharon builds to. It feels like water rushing past his ears, and within that his name, his given name, feels like a moment of calm among the rest. His heart beats wildly in his chest as Sharon says the words and looks to him for his answer. Mayerling considers how this all started—Mayerling wondering where Sharon was and wishing to help her with the anger she felt—and know he always wants to be able to help her with that. He trusts Sharon to let him help, to trust him to do as she needs to help her, and to let him see whatever gnarly bramble of emotions boils up within her heart.
It is something he has never done before. "As long as we're together," Johan echoes her words back to her, "I will do my best to make sure you don't burn yourself empty in either hatred or rage, Sharon, and I—" He cannot help but feel as though his heart skips a beat. Is this really all it takes? "—would like to form a bond with you, as you are willing."
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"You are welcome," he intones deeply and means it with all his heart.
His heart speeds up from there, as he anticipates the words Sharon builds to. It feels like water rushing past his ears, and within that his name, his given name, feels like a moment of calm among the rest. His heart beats wildly in his chest as Sharon says the words and looks to him for his answer. Mayerling considers how this all started—Mayerling wondering where Sharon was and wishing to help her with the anger she felt—and know he always wants to be able to help her with that. He trusts Sharon to let him help, to trust him to do as she needs to help her, and to let him see whatever gnarly bramble of emotions boils up within her heart.
It is something he has never done before. "As long as we're together," Johan echoes her words back to her, "I will do my best to make sure you don't burn yourself empty in either hatred or rage, Sharon, and I—" He cannot help but feel as though his heart skips a beat. Is this really all it takes? "—would like to form a bond with you, as you are willing."