04-15-2021, 08:16 PM
Mazikeen
She lets those three words diffuse her anger further still, focusing on them and not whether or not it’s foolish how much she actually needed to hear them and to look him in the eye as he says it. And even though the doubt has not entirely faded, his voice helps and a little more of the tension seeps out of her body. Mazikeen hates how deeply she feels anything - it’s always felt like a weakness to her. And while she’s been working on not beating herself up about it, the progress had been slow. It’s too easy to believe there’s something fundamentally wrong with her and she should try to shove everything down and just be fine the way everyone else seems to be. Which is exactly what she’s trying to do now. She doesn't apologize, but neither does he - and she supposes being even on that front is good enough.
Mazikeen takes in a deep inhale to calm herself as she listens to him speak, a corner of her mouth twitching at the mention of him talking to his brothers about her as she had talked to her friends about him, and on her exhale the cracks on her body continue to fade and wink out. There are a few that linger, burning bright down her spine, but she is not fracturing the same as before.
She’s not sure whether it was her anger or her pain that caused the light to arrive but either way, it’s incredibly inconvenient considering her newfound determination to try to keep one of those things to herself.
Gale already had her attention, whatever bit of it wasn’t pointed inward in self-loathing, but the mention of things that are more fun than fighting or kissing draws her rational mind further out from where it had retreated (and the curiosity that it brings extinguishes a few more embers). Her gaze follows him when he steps away and stretches. He then mentions the festival (she’s glad she doesn’t have to suffer through asking if he still wants to go with her after she just erupted) and whether there’s anything she needs to do before they go.
“That depends.” She states, and there’s a flicker of amusement in her eyes as she tries to finish settling back into her right mind. There’s only a little light left on her skin as she turns to fully face him - the anger not having gone fully to sleep again but she makes an effort to only sound calm and intrigued when she asks “What are these things that are more fun?”
Mazikeen takes in a deep inhale to calm herself as she listens to him speak, a corner of her mouth twitching at the mention of him talking to his brothers about her as she had talked to her friends about him, and on her exhale the cracks on her body continue to fade and wink out. There are a few that linger, burning bright down her spine, but she is not fracturing the same as before.
She’s not sure whether it was her anger or her pain that caused the light to arrive but either way, it’s incredibly inconvenient considering her newfound determination to try to keep one of those things to herself.
Gale already had her attention, whatever bit of it wasn’t pointed inward in self-loathing, but the mention of things that are more fun than fighting or kissing draws her rational mind further out from where it had retreated (and the curiosity that it brings extinguishes a few more embers). Her gaze follows him when he steps away and stretches. He then mentions the festival (she’s glad she doesn’t have to suffer through asking if he still wants to go with her after she just erupted) and whether there’s anything she needs to do before they go.
“That depends.” She states, and there’s a flicker of amusement in her eyes as she tries to finish settling back into her right mind. There’s only a little light left on her skin as she turns to fully face him - the anger not having gone fully to sleep again but she makes an effort to only sound calm and intrigued when she asks “What are these things that are more fun?”
@[Gale]