Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
His hand engulfed hers, interrupting the path of the steel before she could complete her intent. Breath hitching in her throat, she relinquished the blade and hastily tucked her hands away in her lap, folded neatly but so tense that her knuckles whitened. Getting tired of my own words
"I see. That's good." Possibly she was a bit disappointed that she couldn't make herself useful. Maybe the pain would have shaken the numbness from her mind.
Music and the resuming buzz of voices made it difficult to carry on a conversation. Asta's gratitude was received with a tense line of her mouth, as the looked down at her knees. Shame was a tentacled beast in her chest that squeezed her innards into nausea.
"Sorry you had to step in at all," she managed to get out, before making a motion to rise. "I should get back to work – "
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
