[ it is too bad. aleksander still lives. nothing she's done has shifted fate off of its axis, if he pursues whatever regret he has concocted for himself. (viveca's mistake, alina thinks soberly, is presuming such a monster has the capacity for such a vast, human emotion as remorse. contrition. never mind what will always elude him, as passing fantasies do, like chasing comets in the sky: redemption.)
she has to slowly ease the tension out of a locked jaw. with quiet reluctance, she forms her face back into an artistry of a neutral arrangement. now that she's certain her expression is no longer contorted and twisted with tired pain, she slackens her koala-bear grip on him, leaning an inch back to catch his eye. ]
A "welcome back" cake and a pair of decent trousers would have made for a more pleasant reunion.
[ alas. still, she infuses a solid determination into her next words. ]
The sooner we resolve this, the sooner we can locate a way back. We just have to treat it as we would any other mission.
[ find the orb, get sent back to their ximilia. it should be a simple two-step plan. (a lie she tells her, for failure to have any other plan at hand.) ]
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she has to slowly ease the tension out of a locked jaw. with quiet reluctance, she forms her face back into an artistry of a neutral arrangement. now that she's certain her expression is no longer contorted and twisted with tired pain, she slackens her koala-bear grip on him, leaning an inch back to catch his eye. ]
A "welcome back" cake and a pair of decent trousers would have made for a more pleasant reunion.
[ alas. still, she infuses a solid determination into her next words. ]
The sooner we resolve this, the sooner we can locate a way back. We just have to treat it as we would any other mission.
[ find the orb, get sent back to their ximilia. it should be a simple two-step plan. (a lie she tells her, for failure to have any other plan at hand.) ]