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𝕽𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 ([personal profile] valonqri) wrote in [personal profile] halfyeared 2022-10-25 02:07 am (UTC)

[ His grip is firm enough to keep her stable, but he can still see the weight of her sway. Only fighting her own gravity rather than himself.

Perhaps hearing those words should please him more than it does. What little joy is left in knowing is spoiled. His attention stays focused on the space in between them, jaw twisting lightly under her re-affirmation. As though forcing him to swallow them, reject them. Mind himself for the hours he'd spent letting go of this bitter loss.]


You're drunk. [ Daemon releases her when he speaks. Whatever he might have wanted to say in return, whatever else he might have felt is forcibly ejected. Dismissive, because he must. For the sake of both of them, he must. For giving her anything else entangles it all the more in the wanting he's already resigned to put behind him in the hours before she'd found him down there.

What does she expect him to say more? That he wants her too? Even when he's still not so sure to believe it's even what she really wants. If she knows what she means when she says it. He's can't keep entertaining it anymore and this time takes a step back. ]
Words you'll regret on the morrow, I'm sure.

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