AISHA
all the good girls go to hell
'cause even god herself has enemies
'cause even god herself has enemies
Aisha nodded softly to his reply, imagining her mother there with them now. Back home she would've asked for space, tried to avoid her parental figures even though she loved them so. Now, after not seeing them for so long and probably never again, everywhere she went she imagined them with her. On the bed next to her, holding her hand. It was a nice thought, and as long as her ribbon stayed close, her mother did too.
"I will," she agreed, letting him have this moment to be responsible, care for her without deflecting. Sometimes it was better to let not resist and accept it. His next question wasn't something she'd put much thought to yet. Was she proud of what she'd accomplished here? Everything in Caido had been so future oriented, she hadn't taken much time to look back. So worried about what she hadn't done yet, was she happy with what she had?
"I don't have anything here that I didn't have in Angchor," she said, using her city's name. She scratched absently next to her ear, glancing at her lap as she thought, "But I don't necessarily have less. I've got different things, and different options, but I feel just as important." It didn't directly answer his question, verbally at least, but to her it made sense. She was proud, in a way she would've never been back home, and it was neither better or worse. Just different, with a hint of bittersweet.
"You?" Aisha asked, looking back to Oliver.
"I will," she agreed, letting him have this moment to be responsible, care for her without deflecting. Sometimes it was better to let not resist and accept it. His next question wasn't something she'd put much thought to yet. Was she proud of what she'd accomplished here? Everything in Caido had been so future oriented, she hadn't taken much time to look back. So worried about what she hadn't done yet, was she happy with what she had?
"I don't have anything here that I didn't have in Angchor," she said, using her city's name. She scratched absently next to her ear, glancing at her lap as she thought, "But I don't necessarily have less. I've got different things, and different options, but I feel just as important." It didn't directly answer his question, verbally at least, but to her it made sense. She was proud, in a way she would've never been back home, and it was neither better or worse. Just different, with a hint of bittersweet.
"You?" Aisha asked, looking back to Oliver.
and once heaven's out of sight
she'll want the devil on her team
she'll want the devil on her team
