( the idea of magic and its practitioners — and the myriad ways they can be beyond fucked — is nothing new, in and of itself, but the truth is that there’s ever been a buffer between her and everyone else. navigating through a great deal of pain, without the benefit of someone else’s knowledge of the nuances and willingness to shield her,
well, it’s little wonder she’s struggling to keep up. neither answer to his initial offer feels obvious or easy; the longer she talks to him, the less she understands about what she’d be agreeing to, or why, and so it’s with a certain degree of resignation that she says, )
Go ahead, ( without any real expectation that it’s going to lead to any greater understanding on her part.
no subject
well, it’s little wonder she’s struggling to keep up. neither answer to his initial offer feels obvious or easy; the longer she talks to him, the less she understands about what she’d be agreeing to, or why, and so it’s with a certain degree of resignation that she says, )
Go ahead, ( without any real expectation that it’s going to lead to any greater understanding on her part.
blood drips from her nose, and she ignores it. )