06-22-2017, 09:26 AM
you won’t see me fall apart
it made sense
he doesn't elaborate just says it made sense no more words no more reassurance it didn't make sense she is as useless as her mother and father when it comes to polite conversation she should see her way out
She mistakes his casual glances away, his words, as a cumulative effect to politely welcome her and then, politely, leave the conversation. She doesn't blame him, she was never good at hellos. Or goodbyes. Or in-betweens. She is particularly useless at diplomacy though - to be fair - no one bothered to teach her it. Most of her lessons as a child were war based. Had Warrick attacked her, well, then she'd shine through. Instead he is hopelessly kind, nodding along, reassuring her when she doesn't deserve it.
What else did she need?
"I thought I'd ask about your army," she says, then, quickly, "I suppose our army, if I stay."
if if if if ififififif
"It's all I have to offer," she admits as a last minute attempt at seeming open. She could feel the word vomit about her history of fighting, of sparring, of mocks, bubble in her throat and threaten to spill out and she stops it short, chewing on nothing thoughtfully.
he doesn't elaborate just says it made sense no more words no more reassurance it didn't make sense she is as useless as her mother and father when it comes to polite conversation she should see her way out
She mistakes his casual glances away, his words, as a cumulative effect to politely welcome her and then, politely, leave the conversation. She doesn't blame him, she was never good at hellos. Or goodbyes. Or in-betweens. She is particularly useless at diplomacy though - to be fair - no one bothered to teach her it. Most of her lessons as a child were war based. Had Warrick attacked her, well, then she'd shine through. Instead he is hopelessly kind, nodding along, reassuring her when she doesn't deserve it.
What else did she need?
"I thought I'd ask about your army," she says, then, quickly, "I suppose our army, if I stay."
if if if if ififififif
"It's all I have to offer," she admits as a last minute attempt at seeming open. She could feel the word vomit about her history of fighting, of sparring, of mocks, bubble in her throat and threaten to spill out and she stops it short, chewing on nothing thoughtfully.
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