[He'll turn, after she nods - turns so his back is against the bed, with his head resting against the mattress. He'll close his eyes, too, as he begins to sing a song, soft and quiet.]
[ She closes her eyes and let the sound of his voice wash over her. It may be a song sung for some shrine festival or something else, but the melody of the song is nice.
She can't fall asleep so soon, but she appreciates it.
Her hand peeks out from under the covers to briefly touch his cheek before disappear back underneath. ]
[He leans into the touch, for however brief it is, quiet for a moment after that...
But even though it's clear she's not sleeping, he's just going to pick up with another song after that, and then another. Folk songs, soft songs, a song about a wolf and a song about dancing after the rain. They're all quiet, sung both to Roxana but also the room at large, like he's trying to reach through the absence Chinatsu's left behind. Like maybe Malik can hear, wherever his soul's gone.
He'll sing like that for a while, keeping her company in this way.]
[ Eventually, she'll be soothed to sleep by his songs. She is exhausted to the bone, and it was only a matter of time. Emotionally, physically, existentially... she's tired, but she's someone who has to persevere. Tomorrow will be another day, and she will be as she usually is.
In this moment, lulled by his songs, though she can't have truly peaceful sleep after today's events, he makes it peaceful enough that maybe she will let herself cry in her dreams.
If he glances at her before he leaves, he can catch a few tears make their way down her cheeks. ]
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The idea of being able to stay, even if they don't do much - or any - conversing, is comforting, though.]
...'Kay. [...] Want me to sing you something?
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there's a little shift under her blankets, surprise at his offer. she closes her eyes, and she thinks she should say no.
instead, she feels a little discomfort before she gives the tiniest of nods. ]
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She can't fall asleep so soon, but she appreciates it.
Her hand peeks out from under the covers to briefly touch his cheek before disappear back underneath. ]
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But even though it's clear she's not sleeping, he's just going to pick up with another song after that, and then another. Folk songs, soft songs, a song about a wolf and a song about dancing after the rain. They're all quiet, sung both to Roxana but also the room at large, like he's trying to reach through the absence Chinatsu's left behind. Like maybe Malik can hear, wherever his soul's gone.
He'll sing like that for a while, keeping her company in this way.]
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In this moment, lulled by his songs, though she can't have truly peaceful sleep after today's events, he makes it peaceful enough that maybe she will let herself cry in her dreams.
If he glances at her before he leaves, he can catch a few tears make their way down her cheeks. ]