[and then she gets rolled for murder next week (no) (unless)
but - he promises that, and she laughs, a little. it's just kind of sad. weeks ago, during emotion share, she'd almost broadcasted the sorrow that lives in her spine, curled up around her ribs and into her lungs. it's here again, and though it can't be felt by others this time, it's still present. it's cloying and thick in her voice and behind her eyes, stinging and hot.
she exhales slow, watching him kiss the back of her hand. she lets him.]
You can't promise that. [...] But it's sweet of you.
[ that would make this thread in hindsight SO SAD AND BAD i would personally cry. starts shaking like a chihuahua
Just gingerly, as carefully as before, he rests his forehead against the back of her hand. Taking a breath, before he lowers it and sits straighter again. Giving her a small sad smile. ]
I cannot truly promise that no, but... I want to. I want to be able to promise that so.. this once, I'll be a little selfish and do so.
[ It won't fix everything. Or even anything but. He wants to try and ease at that sorrow. That sadness that can be heard in her voice, in the way she stares out. ]
she swallows a little hard, but... she doesn't cry, at least. she just feels heavy. like she could crawl into her bed and not get up. it's not an unusual feeling, it's just kind of startling, after the way she's felt recently.]
... It's alright to be a little selfish. [she always is - and he is so rarely, so she thinks it's good to encourage him this time. she strokes her thumb along his hand almost absently.]
Thank you. [...] Sometimes just hearing it is... it's better than nothing.
[she brings her free hand up to brush at her eyes.]
I don't know what to do anymore. I feel as though we've come up against a wall that we cannot get around.
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but - he promises that, and she laughs, a little. it's just kind of sad. weeks ago, during emotion share, she'd almost broadcasted the sorrow that lives in her spine, curled up around her ribs and into her lungs. it's here again, and though it can't be felt by others this time, it's still present. it's cloying and thick in her voice and behind her eyes, stinging and hot.
she exhales slow, watching him kiss the back of her hand. she lets him.]
You can't promise that. [...] But it's sweet of you.
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Just gingerly, as carefully as before, he rests his forehead against the back of her hand. Taking a breath, before he lowers it and sits straighter again. Giving her a small sad smile. ]
I cannot truly promise that no, but... I want to. I want to be able to promise that so.. this once, I'll be a little selfish and do so.
[ It won't fix everything. Or even anything but. He wants to try and ease at that sorrow. That sadness that can be heard in her voice, in the way she stares out. ]
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she swallows a little hard, but... she doesn't cry, at least. she just feels heavy. like she could crawl into her bed and not get up. it's not an unusual feeling, it's just kind of startling, after the way she's felt recently.]
... It's alright to be a little selfish. [she always is - and he is so rarely, so she thinks it's good to encourage him this time. she strokes her thumb along his hand almost absently.]
Thank you. [...] Sometimes just hearing it is... it's better than nothing.
[she brings her free hand up to brush at her eyes.]
I don't know what to do anymore. I feel as though we've come up against a wall that we cannot get around.