[ the tell-tale tickle in her nose has her closing her eyes. she is not going to cry because there is only so much humiliation she can bear in front of a stranger and honestly she's at her limit. already. over and done with from the start.
blindly her thumb presses into her palm, massaging her mangled hand like the knots of scar tissue will do anything to ground her panic in some way. instead her fingers catch on the ring she still can't manage of give up despite everything and the rush of fury burns away the threat of tears and most of the anxiety.
her nose is still pink. ]
Sorry.
[ she doesn't sound sorry, grit out between a jaw so tight she might break a tooth, but it doesn't have a sarcastic edge to it. she just doesn't have the wherewithal to consider someone else's comfort when her own is in outer fucking space at the moment. it's too fucking much in a place like this.
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blindly her thumb presses into her palm, massaging her mangled hand like the knots of scar tissue will do anything to ground her panic in some way. instead her fingers catch on the ring she still can't manage of give up despite everything and the rush of fury burns away the threat of tears and most of the anxiety.
her nose is still pink. ]
Sorry.
[ she doesn't sound sorry, grit out between a jaw so tight she might break a tooth, but it doesn't have a sarcastic edge to it. she just doesn't have the wherewithal to consider someone else's comfort when her own is in outer fucking space at the moment. it's too fucking much in a place like this.
"you wanted to get married, grace." ]