[ Greer supplies the word for him, even though it feels thick in her throat, a poor attempt at humor that she's inwardly kicking herself for. After a moment of fussing with the veil, batting it out of her face in a manner that can only be described as clumsy, she steels herself with a breath that trembles more than she'd like it to before finally daring to glance down at him again, without that translucent barrier between them.
The question of whether he's seen Ash yet, if he's alone here at all, dangles on her tongue before she bites it back, uncertain whether she wants to broach that subject yet. It lingers there, in the silence that falls between them, punctuated only by her breathing and his. Her gaze tracks the line of tension at his temple as he stares back up at her, and she has to resist the temptation to reach out and run her fingers over it to soothe. ]
I tried to leave. Before. [ She whispers it, a nigh-confession, an insistence that she hadn't planned on staying, on being here for... all of this. Their paths wouldn't have crossed, otherwise. But maybe there's no point in lingering on hypotheticals when her heart is racing rabbit-quick in her chest. ] But I couldn't.
no subject
[ Greer supplies the word for him, even though it feels thick in her throat, a poor attempt at humor that she's inwardly kicking herself for. After a moment of fussing with the veil, batting it out of her face in a manner that can only be described as clumsy, she steels herself with a breath that trembles more than she'd like it to before finally daring to glance down at him again, without that translucent barrier between them.
The question of whether he's seen Ash yet, if he's alone here at all, dangles on her tongue before she bites it back, uncertain whether she wants to broach that subject yet. It lingers there, in the silence that falls between them, punctuated only by her breathing and his. Her gaze tracks the line of tension at his temple as he stares back up at her, and she has to resist the temptation to reach out and run her fingers over it to soothe. ]
I tried to leave. Before. [ She whispers it, a nigh-confession, an insistence that she hadn't planned on staying, on being here for... all of this. Their paths wouldn't have crossed, otherwise. But maybe there's no point in lingering on hypotheticals when her heart is racing rabbit-quick in her chest. ] But I couldn't.