[ clara's round eyes pop and fizz in her vision. rhysand's treasure trove sectioned off like a circus in her quarters. the doctors. genya, who alina had railed and rallied against, only to be faced with the betrayal of genya's abandonment once again. all those phantoms that have made the corridors feel like tombs, haunted by faces and names that no longer walk among their crew.
and still she finds herself waiting for the day they return. perhaps some part of it is woven into the fabric of who she is — that sickly girl unnoticed by mal. that orphan perched outside keramzin, envisioning the mythical return of parents long dead.
she shudders out a guilty breath, now that his admission rings true. sincere. as if she'd only needed physical, tangible contact to solidify it. ]
Sorry. [ it's just a mumble, obstructed by his chest. ] I've never had the best timing. But it wasn't by choice.
[ mal can attest to that much, she thinks. life has never granted her that luxury. ]
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[ clara's round eyes pop and fizz in her vision. rhysand's treasure trove sectioned off like a circus in her quarters. the doctors. genya, who alina had railed and rallied against, only to be faced with the betrayal of genya's abandonment once again. all those phantoms that have made the corridors feel like tombs, haunted by faces and names that no longer walk among their crew.
and still she finds herself waiting for the day they return. perhaps some part of it is woven into the fabric of who she is — that sickly girl unnoticed by mal. that orphan perched outside keramzin, envisioning the mythical return of parents long dead.
she shudders out a guilty breath, now that his admission rings true. sincere. as if she'd only needed physical, tangible contact to solidify it. ]
Sorry. [ it's just a mumble, obstructed by his chest. ] I've never had the best timing. But it wasn't by choice.
[ mal can attest to that much, she thinks. life has never granted her that luxury. ]