[ Melys couldn’t tell you what did it, what tripped those last syllables and ground them into recognition. I don’t think, and it’s been hard to think for a bit now, just the way it ought to. If you stop to think, you stay your hand before it’s had any chance to trace a scar —
She doesn't miss the expectation, the way it falls away with press of flesh-and-blood palm, but that's alright. Makes her feel a bit less shit to be bracing herself, when there's plenty else to be feeling just now: Warm breath past her neck, and skin under her teeth, and all the lilting rhythm of the room outside; the girl within. I don’t think,
She’s thinking. ]
Hang on, [ The words catch on inhale, and she stops entire — ] I heard you before.
[ Maybe that’s not such an obvious source of objection, not much of an objection at all as one skinny thigh presses out again, instinctive. But she’s thinking now, and there’s no taking that back. Her brow furrows. The song beyond the crowd seems a little louder now, the lyrics unkind.
(Can’t begin to guess what they’re saying, not in bloody Nevarran.) ]
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She doesn't miss the expectation, the way it falls away with press of flesh-and-blood palm, but that's alright. Makes her feel a bit less shit to be bracing herself, when there's plenty else to be feeling just now: Warm breath past her neck, and skin under her teeth, and all the lilting rhythm of the room outside; the girl within.
I don’t think,
She’s thinking. ]
Hang on, [ The words catch on inhale, and she stops entire — ] I heard you before.
[ Maybe that’s not such an obvious source of objection, not much of an objection at all as one skinny thigh presses out again, instinctive. But she’s thinking now, and there’s no taking that back. Her brow furrows. The song beyond the crowd seems a little louder now, the lyrics unkind.
(Can’t begin to guess what they’re saying, not in bloody Nevarran.) ]