@vuotoconcerto ── it's been a minute.
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Still, arms burdened with the HEFT of paperwork, she cannot read. Dark lashes would flutter, before brow creases, her head tipping so - slightly downward. It's been a minute.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤShocked, was she, that her presence ought be MISSED. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤShe, herself, did not consider it IMPORTANT.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... It has, ❞ she replies, soft, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Surely, you can forgive an unannounced absence ..? ❞
With care, does she tucked clipped papers 'neath her WING, plumage near her throat puffing up and out in her embarrassment. True ; she had vanished o'er the course of a mere night, tearing GARGANTA open without so much as a goodbye to those in the Seiretei. It was not borne of malice, nor a cruel, cold heart. Merely, that her existence bore such little weight on such frail relations. Perhaps, she was wrong in thinking so. Though the two did not war, as they had once, THINGS WERE STILL TERSE. Espada remnants were dutiful to their kind, and only their kind. Some, served themselves more than others.
There is guilt, there, in the soul of hers that remains, pure and kind. Claws fidget, somewhat, her head bowed in apology. It was custom, here, moreso to show remorse. Even if she had trained herself out of an EXCESS of it, years ago. Scaled paws are careful, ginger as she steps closer.
❝ I ... I do apologize, Ser, I simply ... I just ... do not fancy myself as someone who needs to be noticed. My home needed me, as I needed it. Here, is ... difficult. It is not my home. I am not welcome in your places of food and celebration. I am looked at, still, like something to be feared. ❞
Eyes that would rake over ferocious - looking form, did so with an echo of fear in the DEPTHS of their gaze. Lips part, before closing once more, smile thin, weary. It hurts. Of course it does.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFor someone who yearns, so clearly, for companionship ... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTo be rejected, at near every turn, was wounding.
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