[ there is a moment of understanding on her face, where it doesn't take much to put two and two together on august's implication. which is--annoying, sure, but maybe not more so than a proposition to just talk. her mind is nobody's but her own — and even she doesn't have a grasp on most of it herself. but she's actively invested in not being here anymore, and maybe also mildly invested in not making things vastly more difficult than they have to be.
so. a short little sigh, bitten off into a tightly closed mouth, and then she sags into a position less rigid and tense. ]
Yes, maybe. [ when in rome is a little too antiquated a phrase for harrow to use but something close occurs to harrow, and she rolls her sleeves up to the elbows, shifts slightly to face more towards august. ] I don't suppose you want to just share about yourself?
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so. a short little sigh, bitten off into a tightly closed mouth, and then she sags into a position less rigid and tense. ]
Yes, maybe. [ when in rome is a little too antiquated a phrase for harrow to use but something close occurs to harrow, and she rolls her sleeves up to the elbows, shifts slightly to face more towards august. ] I don't suppose you want to just share about yourself?