( the thing is, fearne knows love when she sees it. her grandmother raised her on it, and at the end of it all, it is what drives her. the love for her family, for herself, and for those she's deemed her friends. it's the only thing that truly matters.
it's in the way he has to ponder for the moment as if he's thought of too many of her traits to be worth speaking of, because these are all the things he loves about her. the way his smile melts into something fonder than she's ever seen him wear, far cry from the playful charm that taunts, unreachable and confident. it's the care he takes in even the way he introduces all these facets of her.
his words a tender requiem, his regret palpable.
the sudden dip to his usual lilt is.. admittedly a little terrifying, made worse by how calmly he's said what he did. after all, she's keenly aware of the lengths she would go through for hers, and to be in the face of a heartbroken other when you live outside the boundaries of their care is no light matter. especially when they've had time to refine their rage back into calm.
yet, she remains. undeterred. foolish, perhaps, but undeterred. )
I wish I could've met her. She sounds like a fun gal.
( but. )
Would you have, though? You said it yourself, you both worked really hard to get where you're at, and she followed after something that made her happy with that freedom. I can't say I know you all that well, but I don't think you would've wanted to see your sister living with a broken heart either.
It comes back to living rather than just surviving. Given the choice, do you think your sister would want to go back to surviving even if she knew what chasing that happiness would bring her?
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it's in the way he has to ponder for the moment as if he's thought of too many of her traits to be worth speaking of, because these are all the things he loves about her. the way his smile melts into something fonder than she's ever seen him wear, far cry from the playful charm that taunts, unreachable and confident. it's the care he takes in even the way he introduces all these facets of her.
his words a tender requiem, his regret palpable.
the sudden dip to his usual lilt is.. admittedly a little terrifying, made worse by how calmly he's said what he did. after all, she's keenly aware of the lengths she would go through for hers, and to be in the face of a heartbroken other when you live outside the boundaries of their care is no light matter. especially when they've had time to refine their rage back into calm.
yet, she remains. undeterred. foolish, perhaps, but undeterred. )
I wish I could've met her. She sounds like a fun gal.
( but. )
Would you have, though? You said it yourself, you both worked really hard to get where you're at, and she followed after something that made her happy with that freedom. I can't say I know you all that well, but I don't think you would've wanted to see your sister living with a broken heart either.
It comes back to living rather than just surviving. Given the choice, do you think your sister would want to go back to surviving even if she knew what chasing that happiness would bring her?