[ it shouldn't come as any great shock. a lonely child has no one but themselves and their books as confidants. she'd been more fortunate than most to have mal — but even then she'd hidden herself between pages, imbued her secrets into ink, when she couldn't be trusted to share the unworthy pieces of herself. the ugly parts that might have forced him to leave, a fate that would have been equal to losing a vital organ, at the time.
chishiya had been so forthcoming with her, still. spoken words with smooth ease, as though it cost him very little to traverse those subjects. she blinks up at him through bleary eyes, ignoring their urge to droop and flutter beneath the lulling strokes of his fingertips. ]
I wouldn't have guessed. You made sharing those parts of yourself seem easy.
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[ it shouldn't come as any great shock. a lonely child has no one but themselves and their books as confidants. she'd been more fortunate than most to have mal — but even then she'd hidden herself between pages, imbued her secrets into ink, when she couldn't be trusted to share the unworthy pieces of herself. the ugly parts that might have forced him to leave, a fate that would have been equal to losing a vital organ, at the time.
chishiya had been so forthcoming with her, still. spoken words with smooth ease, as though it cost him very little to traverse those subjects. she blinks up at him through bleary eyes, ignoring their urge to droop and flutter beneath the lulling strokes of his fingertips. ]
I wouldn't have guessed. You made sharing those parts of yourself seem easy.