Jᴀsᴘᴇʀ… Sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs sᴏʙʙɪɴɢ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ - ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ғᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ? A ᴍʏᴛʜ? Wᴀs ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ Pɪɴᴋ, ᴛᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? Dɪᴅ sʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ʀᴇᴍᴏʀsᴇ? Sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴀs ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇᴛᴇʀᴀɴ’s ʜᴇᴀᴅ - ᴡʜʏ? Wʜʏ ᴡᴀs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴊᴏɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ… ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ? Gᴏʟᴅ ᴇʏᴇs sʜᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɪɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴇʀ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ ʙʟᴜʀʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ’s ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇss ғᴏʀ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ. Aɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ɢʀɪᴇғ ғᴇʟʟ ᴏғғ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ - ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ. Aɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ - sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ. Sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ sᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, sᴏ ᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ!
Sᴏ. Sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ - sʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɢᴇ-ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ғʟᴜғғʏ sʜᴇᴇᴛ, ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀ-sᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ. Yᴇᴛ… Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴊᴏʙ.
Sʜᴇ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ sᴜʙᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇss ʜᴇʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀᴛɪᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀɴs ᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀɴɢs - ᴀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ sʜᴀʀᴘᴇɴᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴢᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀᴛɪᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ sᴏʙʙᴇᴅ, ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ. Wʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ sʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ?
Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ. Bᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ - ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ?
Tʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ Dɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ. Sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏʀᴀɴᴛ’s ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪʟ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇɢᴀɴᴛ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴇsᴛɪᴄ Dɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ. Sʜᴇ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ - ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ.
the diamond is careful to keep her face more or less IMPASSIVE . an unimaginable amount of years spent suppressing the way she feels leaves her uncomfortable with wet eyes and quivering lips and shaky hands she cannot overcome every instinct that tells her those things should be contained to the privacy of one’s quarters , and jasper’s emoting makes her uncomfortable too , she sits , throat tight , as jasper howls .
she would howl too , but even if she had the courage to cry in front of someone else , she doesn’t know if her chords would even produce the sound . she swallows when jasper looks up at her wanting ANSWERS .
❛ i don’t know , ❜ yellow states it rather plainly . the words hang in the air . all the ways her answer falls short hang almost tangibly in the air . her lips turn up briefly at the corners , somewhat bittersweetly . her gaze drifts , focuses somewhere in the distance for a second . she shakes her head , sadly . ❛ i don’t know , ❜ she echoes .
her finger continues to slide back & forth , back & forth against the seam of her glove . she bites her lip , eyelids lowering briefly . faint , feathery eyelashes brush against yellow cheeks then
❛ as for what you’ll do with no more orders , ❜ yellow says . ❛ you can do ANYTHING . i know it’s hard to fathom . i i still don’t know what i want to do , or what i want in general , but ... the ability to deliberate it is ... i suppose that is freedom , the freedom she wanted . a freedom that i never had . that you never had . ❜
her eyes lower again . ❛ i think that freedom is messy . but perhaps worthwhile . and it would seem she understood that more than anyone . ❜
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