( the heart on her sleeve betrays her as it always does, her brows still furrowed despite his reassurance. at least she does not vocalize that very same question even if it hangs on her tongue; there's only the slightest bit of an addendum she would have added otherwise, born out of misunderstanding due to the lack of a full picture. is he dying, then?
unsure, uncertain, uneasy - the glass she's set aside prior is sought out if only to be able to cradle it in her hands, sat atop her lap as if it's the only thing that'll keep her steady. )
Mm, then, tell me about your sister? ( she had one, too, for a short stint. it was a source of joy for however long the fairy tale lasted. it remains something of a sore spot these days, so she focuses on his instead. memory and story is what keeps people alive long after they've passed, after all. ) You only told me a little last time.
( that she's gone, that he misses her, that there yet exists a comforting melody. but surely there's more to the story? )
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unsure, uncertain, uneasy - the glass she's set aside prior is sought out if only to be able to cradle it in her hands, sat atop her lap as if it's the only thing that'll keep her steady. )
Mm, then, tell me about your sister? ( she had one, too, for a short stint. it was a source of joy for however long the fairy tale lasted. it remains something of a sore spot these days, so she focuses on his instead. memory and story is what keeps people alive long after they've passed, after all. ) You only told me a little last time.
( that she's gone, that he misses her, that there yet exists a comforting melody. but surely there's more to the story? )