[ How she loathes it, that vulnerability his hands are minding so very carefully. Not because it is him, but that anyone should. She has no time nor want or interest in being minded like there's glass in her. She would take her own vulnerability and burn it first.
Wants to now, where she is so aware of it. Where her heart beats feels like it's trying to burst out of her ribs, where she feels bird-light in his hold, a bundle of kindling that is being carted about for him to guide her so easily down, her eyes dull with the pain of it all. I am tired. Already said it, and that is a truth too. That she puts up not much fight to it, as she tries to preserve some scrap of dignity. Slowed down for a second as she does nothing else but lay still where he settled her, his hands so at odds with his expression but she can firmly say now, she doesn't care which is the truth of it.
God, what peace. Swallows, then rasps on that sore throat. Couldn't let him have all the credit, now could she? ]
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Wants to now, where she is so aware of it. Where her heart beats feels like it's trying to burst out of her ribs, where she feels bird-light in his hold, a bundle of kindling that is being carted about for him to guide her so easily down, her eyes dull with the pain of it all. I am tired. Already said it, and that is a truth too. That she puts up not much fight to it, as she tries to preserve some scrap of dignity. Slowed down for a second as she does nothing else but lay still where he settled her, his hands so at odds with his expression but she can firmly say now, she doesn't care which is the truth of it.
God, what peace. Swallows, then rasps on that sore throat. Couldn't let him have all the credit, now could she? ]
I overtax myself.