I was. You would think so, too, if you knew all there is to know.
[ in that, she won't relent. not even as her fingers relinquish their grip on fabric to loosely tie themselves around his, instead.
there's nothing in chishiya's actions to implicate him. nothing in his words that would suggest anything but authenticity. but there had been no prominent sign in kirigan's, either — no glaringly bright warning, like blood in snow, to inform her of a monster in her company.
she rolls over, fussily, back onto her side to truly look at him for a long, scrutinizing moment. he's no monster. but when all that he's offering her — acceptance, want, understanding — has been laced with poison once before, it makes her hesitant to take another bite. maybe she'll learn to brave the fear, in time — but that time isn't today.
a heavy breath billows out of her. unloading it hasn't made her feel any lighter, but she supposes she's grateful that it's been aired, despite the exhausting toll it has taken. wrenching a piece of herself free for someone else to inspect is not without its costs.
quietly, she perches her cheek onto his arm, her voice little more than a melancholic mumble. ] Can we rest now?
no subject
[ in that, she won't relent. not even as her fingers relinquish their grip on fabric to loosely tie themselves around his, instead.
there's nothing in chishiya's actions to implicate him. nothing in his words that would suggest anything but authenticity. but there had been no prominent sign in kirigan's, either — no glaringly bright warning, like blood in snow, to inform her of a monster in her company.
she rolls over, fussily, back onto her side to truly look at him for a long, scrutinizing moment. he's no monster. but when all that he's offering her — acceptance, want, understanding — has been laced with poison once before, it makes her hesitant to take another bite. maybe she'll learn to brave the fear, in time — but that time isn't today.
a heavy breath billows out of her. unloading it hasn't made her feel any lighter, but she supposes she's grateful that it's been aired, despite the exhausting toll it has taken. wrenching a piece of herself free for someone else to inspect is not without its costs.
quietly, she perches her cheek onto his arm, her voice little more than a melancholic mumble. ] Can we rest now?