[And here they are, back at the question she does not want to answer. But likewise, she does not want to lie. In her vision, constantly, there are the crisscrossing lies of the world, disgusting and choking, and she hates to add to it.
She was asked flat out, which means there isn't really any avoiding the question any longer.
He says she does not have to answer, of course, but he has been so open to her, and here she is, cagey as ever. It has just been... so lovely to pretend to be normal.]
I...
[She steps forward, walks along their storybook path, and threads her fingers together before her, so as to avoid clenching her hands into fists.]
I am not a faerie who belongs to any of the big clans.
[Would that be enough for him? Probably not. He has a sort of earnest, honest, insatiable curiosity. But she's quiet after, as if trying to see if that would be enough--or, perhaps, to arrange her thoughts in a comprehensible way. Maybe both.
It's just--she would have really liked to be a normal faerie, she thinks--there's a loveliness to hearing it fall off of his tongue that she's never experienced.]
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She was asked flat out, which means there isn't really any avoiding the question any longer.
He says she does not have to answer, of course, but he has been so open to her, and here she is, cagey as ever. It has just been... so lovely to pretend to be normal.]
I...
[She steps forward, walks along their storybook path, and threads her fingers together before her, so as to avoid clenching her hands into fists.]
I am not a faerie who belongs to any of the big clans.
[Would that be enough for him? Probably not. He has a sort of earnest, honest, insatiable curiosity. But she's quiet after, as if trying to see if that would be enough--or, perhaps, to arrange her thoughts in a comprehensible way. Maybe both.
It's just--she would have really liked to be a normal faerie, she thinks--there's a loveliness to hearing it fall off of his tongue that she's never experienced.]