𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

"Give me something to believe in—all these hands have got a hold on me." // 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗛 𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 — 𝘈𝘚 𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘕𝘌𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘉𝘌

❝ then what happens when you're no longer satisfied ? ❞ fragile says quietly, arms crossed over her chest. ( defensive; unsure of what his intentions are anymore. ) she hasn't seen him in days, yet fragile isn't sure she wants to know where he's been off to. rumors are a nasty thing and she'd rather not entangle herself with them lest she must face the truth.

fragile misses when things were simple between them. yet maybe she's naive to think at all that things were ever simple. ❝ i don't reckon you've ever believed in anything. not truly. ❞

ace friendly. please feel free to change pronouns as needed. do not steal. this is original.

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DESPITE HIS OBVIOUS LACK OF CHILDREN, she never fails to make him feel as though she were his own, sometimes. always managing to bring out a paternal side of him. from god knows where, too. mumbled reply from her is enough to draw out a sigh from him; his brows furrowing ever so slightly in a show of subtle irritation. whether it were at her reluctance to simply embrace that part of herself, or her refusal to own up to the act she'd committed, he's none too sure .. yet from where he sits beside her, he can only watch as she hugs her knees to her chest; her head coming down to rest upon them. pouting, if he were to put a name to it.

❝   i'm honest with you because i know damn well ain't nobody else gonna be.   ❞ no doubt the crew she once travelled with back then only praised her for her abilities & her mastery of them ( at the time, anyhow ) rather than focusing on the truth behind them ( & what she was ). hence, he had to play the bad guy about it; if only to prepare her for the worst of it.

❝   you don't have t' like what you did, but eventually you ain't gonna have any other choice but t' accept that that's just part of you you can't keep on runnin' from.    ❞ as much as she might wish for otherwise.

❝ — maybe they don't because sometimes ... sometimes honesty hurts. ❞ yet tomorrow is aware of the implications of the statement — the infantilization she does unto herself with it, but it's a hard truth to swallow and higgs has never been keen on sugarcoating anything. ( even as she wandered about the beach, a young thing that knew nothing else but the guardian in front of her — someone she deemed a father — higgs never let her lie in illusion. ) still, tomorrow doesn't fault sam for not telling her everything, especially about amelie. he barely understood the magnitude of her existence and what it meant at the beginning, and surely the idea of his only daughter being the next extinction entity only further solidified his need to protect her.

tilting her head towards higgs, tomorrow sighs. she hates when he's right. ❝ amelie was able to resist it. who says i can't do the same ? ❞ she's pointedly ignoring that amelie sealed herself away on her beach to prevent its occurrence, but regardless there's a way. tomorrow doesn't understand why he doesn't help her with that.

❝ i'm an extinction entity like her, but we're not the same. who says it can't be different this time around too ? ❞ her tone almost pleading, begging him to understand her need for a different outcome. ❝ i can't change what i am, but i don't want to hurt people. ❞ that will still prove a point of contention with her, alas accepting a title is easier than the responsibility that comes with it. tomorrow seeks no joy in being the facilitator for ones end, though it seems she truly may not have a choice.

❝ yes, a long time ago it feels. ❞ she holds her umbrella tighter, gaze fixed over the landscape. so much has happened, but it needn't be a bad thing. ❝ i learned that going at it alone isn't always the wisest option. ❞