Nightmares Take Us All

Marcel stood quietly, his hand gently brushing her hair aside, his touch both comforting and tentative. He listened to her words, the weight of her struggles evident in the lines of her face, the tension in her voice. There was a deep sadness that echoed in his eyes as he absorbed her conflicted feelings, her doubts about herself, and their relationship.

I'm here because I want to be, Ethie, Marcel replied softly, his voice carrying a sincerity that matched the earnestness in his gaze. I know you've been through a lot, and I can't pretend to understand everything you've faced. But I've chosen to be here, with you, because... because I believe in you. Sure he knew what she went through with the templars when he met her as an adult, but as far as growing up in an orphanage, he hadn’t been there for all that.

He hesitated, searching for the right words to express what he felt. You're not fucked up, Ethie. You're strong. You've survived things that would break most people. And maybe... maybe it's okay to feel conflicted sometimes. To be both... fierce and vulnerable.

Marcel gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. You don't have to be perfect. None of us are. And... I'm not here out of obligation or duty. I'm here because... because I love you damn it. And that's not going to change. His words were a promise, spoken from the depth of his heart, a testament to his unwavering commitment despite the uncertainties that clouded their path.

@Eithne