[ She lets out a quiet breath, the smile disappearing before being replaced with a wryness that had only been developed over the last several years. ]
Do I look mad?
[ He'd seen her mad, albeit at the time it had been spurred on by shame and embarrassment.
It's funny to her that he thinks she wouldn't remember being explicitly called out for behaviour that, at her lowest, she thinks is woven into her bones. There's no hope in curing her of her selfish, lazy, spoiled nature. Which is to say, he wasn't wrong then. Nor would be wrong to still think that of her now.
As much as the urge to run away had been so strong moments ago, it seems to have ebbed away the longer she stays trapped between his arms. Had she really missed a time before the war that much? ]
That depends on how you're going to apologize for it, I guess.
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Do I look mad?
[ He'd seen her mad, albeit at the time it had been spurred on by shame and embarrassment.
It's funny to her that he thinks she wouldn't remember being explicitly called out for behaviour that, at her lowest, she thinks is woven into her bones. There's no hope in curing her of her selfish, lazy, spoiled nature. Which is to say, he wasn't wrong then. Nor would be wrong to still think that of her now.
As much as the urge to run away had been so strong moments ago, it seems to have ebbed away the longer she stays trapped between his arms. Had she really missed a time before the war that much? ]
That depends on how you're going to apologize for it, I guess.