[She thinks she can see it; there's an ache in his eyes that's hot and raw, lending them an aqueous quality that makes the gold of them seem molten. Like he's standing right at the edge of himself, on a knife's point precipice that would take just the lightest brush to push him down from. She feels the first scrabble of panic down deep in her chest, a scraping against her ribcage, because this isn't the kind of situation she came prepared for. She has no experience here, not in how to assuage other people's feelings. Like, should they hug it out? Would that make things worse, or better?
This isn't the kind of thing they teach you in shadow cults.
He makes that horrible choking sound, somewhere between a laugh and something entirely worse, and she decides then - abruptly - that perhaps the way forward is a stream of ridiculous commentary that might, on the off-chance, amuse him.]
Un-fucking-likely. I mean, don't get me wrong, she could do it. She is absolutely not someone you want to pick a fight with, and I'm talking from experience here. But what she knows about organised battle could fill a whole book...if the book was more of a pamphlet filled with blank pages. I honestly think if she had her way she'd spend the rest of her days in some stuffy old library with her nose in a wretched old tome until she expires and becomes a skeleton herself.
[She smiles a small, sharp smile-- more wry than beaming.]
Look. All I know is, you shouldn't beat yourself up for defending yourself. Even if you did do it in the flashiest way you could think of. After the shitty way they acted toward you, they should be glad you let them go out in style.
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This isn't the kind of thing they teach you in shadow cults.
He makes that horrible choking sound, somewhere between a laugh and something entirely worse, and she decides then - abruptly - that perhaps the way forward is a stream of ridiculous commentary that might, on the off-chance, amuse him.]
Un-fucking-likely. I mean, don't get me wrong, she could do it. She is absolutely not someone you want to pick a fight with, and I'm talking from experience here. But what she knows about organised battle could fill a whole book...if the book was more of a pamphlet filled with blank pages. I honestly think if she had her way she'd spend the rest of her days in some stuffy old library with her nose in a wretched old tome until she expires and becomes a skeleton herself.
[She smiles a small, sharp smile-- more wry than beaming.]
Look. All I know is, you shouldn't beat yourself up for defending yourself. Even if you did do it in the flashiest way you could think of. After the shitty way they acted toward you, they should be glad you let them go out in style.