❝ don’t touch the thorns unless you wish to bleed for her. ❞ from sylus. and he wishes to and will always choose to.
𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘 / 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗠 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 ! || accepting || @memovia
Those are words that make Veronika take a step back, as if something burnt her. Although it is a mere affirmation, it feels like a warning or perhaps a subtle indicator of his future actions. That is enough to make her feel a certain degree of concern over his wellbeing. Her heart begins to beat faster, as if confirming that her anxiety has some foundation and reasoning to it. Her eyes fix on him, as Veronika cautiously looks at him, silently trying to figure out the meaning behind those words and whether she needs to concern herself with it. She begins scanning his expression and his gestures, her silence speaking louder for a while, echoing louder than any words, before eventually, she clears her throat.
❝ ...what is that supposed to mean? ❞ Her voice sounds a bit uncertain, a key too high, as if she allows that composed facade slip. It's not that bad, she thinks, despite reprimanding herself internally. If there is anything she wishes to avoid is seeing the ones whom she loves, be hurt. That is why, Veronika does not scold herself too harshly for allowing herself become slightly emotional. That is just a fraction, a small piece of herself that she allows to surface. In a way, she wonders if he knows and that is why he says such things.
This time, Veronika lifts her chin, her eyes darting to finally face his crimson ones and for a second, she fails to breathe. ❝ You're not going to do something foolish, are you? ❞ The tone of her voice is mixed with concern and slight exasperation. Sometimes, Veronika fails to understand his reasons and that makes her feel uneasy. It's those moments when she cannot figure out his intentions that made her feel slightly off. The lack of control is what shakes the stability she so much loves.
❝ Sylus. ❞ The tone of her voice is slightly reprimanding, while she takes a step ahead, her finger raising to poke his chest; sometimes that height difference drives her insane. Veronika tilts her head slightly backwards to try to glance at him better, her brows furrowed. She wonders if he even takes her seriously when he looks that way at her. ❝ Please don't do anything stupid and take care of yourself. Unless you want to see me fuss over your wellbeing and get sad if something happened to you? Is that it? ❞ But then, she too plays with his cards, her words hitting the right spots, pulling at his feelings.