[ newt's observation edges so uncomfortably close to the borders of her own trauma that she instinctively tears her eyes away. focuses on the flickering neon sign at the end of the alley, buzzing like a dying swarm of flies. it's a little too much like being seen. a little too much like being opened for an autopsy, laying a regret she hasn't fully explained to anyone on the operating table.
her hands fidget in front of her, rotating a cheap ring around her index finger, to have the excuse to center her eyes there. ]
If he deserved it, it sounds plenty beneficial to me.
[ there's no judgment — only casual understanding. she's had her own share of losing spats from kerazin to the little palace, instigated by hateful mouths that knew they could provoke her into it. as her fingers fan out, she spares him an inquisitive glance from beneath her eyelashes. ]
I'd ask if you won, but there's usually no winners in that.
no subject
her hands fidget in front of her, rotating a cheap ring around her index finger, to have the excuse to center her eyes there. ]
If he deserved it, it sounds plenty beneficial to me.
[ there's no judgment — only casual understanding. she's had her own share of losing spats from kerazin to the little palace, instigated by hateful mouths that knew they could provoke her into it. as her fingers fan out, she spares him an inquisitive glance from beneath her eyelashes. ]
I'd ask if you won, but there's usually no winners in that.