am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
She should have known that her answer would break him, would cross that line that he had kept so carefully hidden. She’d known him long enough, long enough to know how deep the wounds ran despite his careful attention at keeping them buried down, short words, short responses, but she can hear the internal growl that goes on within. She doesn’t need eyes to notice that. She can hear it in the way he tells her it’s unwise, and she nods in understanding, but a quiet hum of a snort leaves her. “I know it is.” She offers quietly.
But he starts to drift down that rabbit hole, and all conversation and thoughts on the matter drift away as soon as he tells her that the monsters want them to be unprepared, to be woefully lost and separated, trapped and added to the growing numbers of the creatures armies. And she frowns, realizing her misstep, hearing the shift in his posture and body as he leans forward to rest his head on his hands.
She’d broken him, unnecessarily. She hadn’t meant to, entirely unintentional, and she hurts for what she’s done.
So she stands, sure of where his location is, from the location of his voice, hands outstretched to feel for him and his arms. “Deimos.” She says once she’s found him, hands small in comparison to the build of his arms as she tries to pull them away from his face, to approach to the side of him and lean over the chair, over him to dare to hug him tightly, to comfort her oldest friend. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”
But he starts to drift down that rabbit hole, and all conversation and thoughts on the matter drift away as soon as he tells her that the monsters want them to be unprepared, to be woefully lost and separated, trapped and added to the growing numbers of the creatures armies. And she frowns, realizing her misstep, hearing the shift in his posture and body as he leans forward to rest his head on his hands.
She’d broken him, unnecessarily. She hadn’t meant to, entirely unintentional, and she hurts for what she’s done.
So she stands, sure of where his location is, from the location of his voice, hands outstretched to feel for him and his arms. “Deimos.” She says once she’s found him, hands small in comparison to the build of his arms as she tries to pull them away from his face, to approach to the side of him and lean over the chair, over him to dare to hug him tightly, to comfort her oldest friend. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
