// Ther's no competition //
Flora's words don't make her feel any better. Sharing in the suffering doesn't make the truth any easier to hear. She doesn't want anyone to feel this way, so why would having more people make it better? (Because trauma bonding!!) Nova certainly doesn't get it, and she stays uncharacteristically quiet, still processing all the misconceptions and blatant lies that she's come to believe.
Her following words provide equally as little comfort, the terms 'plans' and 'ambitions' still twisting in her mind, warping the loving image of her mom until she barely recognizes her. Is there still another ulterior motive for her existence? Other than the desire of a mother for someone to love? She feels restless with the thoughts, her tender, naive heart bleeding from the battering of wounds, her eyes milky with unshed tears.
Wiping at her eyes with the edge of her skirt, her voice comes out weak and lonely. "What do you mean?" Obviously not about the whole 'Queen' part, but she doesn't specify, unable to formulate more than a few words.
Her following words provide equally as little comfort, the terms 'plans' and 'ambitions' still twisting in her mind, warping the loving image of her mom until she barely recognizes her. Is there still another ulterior motive for her existence? Other than the desire of a mother for someone to love? She feels restless with the thoughts, her tender, naive heart bleeding from the battering of wounds, her eyes milky with unshed tears.
Wiping at her eyes with the edge of her skirt, her voice comes out weak and lonely. "What do you mean?" Obviously not about the whole 'Queen' part, but she doesn't specify, unable to formulate more than a few words.
Nova
// because nobody can be me //
