↪ "you’re making fun of me." / @halfgigas
a small sigh leaves her lips and her features become softer, almost younger. it is not often she is disarmed so easily and by such few words. but his genuineness and apparent ability to speak when he feels that he is being mistreated shifts something in her demeanor. so often, her conversations are games of cat and mouse. and to remain as the cat, one must always be the first to strike. she wants to scold herself for her own blindness, for forgetting that not everyone is forced into the same games as she.
her hands leave their place in her lap and come to tap gently at the top of his, a wordless apology. “is there something that i can answer for you? something you would like to know?” all of her sharpness has deflated, replaced by the woman behind her mask. the future is all she has to offer and she is willing to give him a glimpse, if only to amend her previous slight against him. “i can’t promise to answer everything, but i can try.”











