[private] watch your heart move slowly from your hands

[Agetta]

He tells her not to be sorry, but of course she is. It settles deep inside of her heart and though she appreciates his kindness in trying to alleviate the guilt, or her embarrassment. Her frown deepens at the first part of his response, already grieving for the loss of this friendship that she only just discovered that she had. But relief causes a smile when he continues, and she is glad to hear that there had not been some large falling out - that it had just been time, and her poor memory. And that both of those things are easily forgiven. And it is always good to discover a friend, even one she had forgotten. So her dark eyes dance a little when she can genuinely say again now “Well it’s nice to see you again then, Kensley.” And though his name rolls from her tongue with ease, like she has said it before she is sure that this is the first time. She considers asking him more questions about their friendship, like how they met - if she seems the same now, since she’s clearly changed if she’s committing such sins as these - but she decides to let it drop. It might be a little too awkward to get him to describe past encounters to someone who he believed had been there. Agetta belatedly shifts back to the other topic, the route he had offered so she didn’t dig herself into a deeper hole. “What is it about the dark you don’t like?” As if there weren't dozens of perfectly logical reasons, as if Agetta herself didn't sometimes wonder about whether the shadows housed something they shouldn't. we are made of starstuff

artwork by yoricade

@[kensley]