[ there it is. the wetness in her voice. she shakes her head, fighting against the sorrowful twist of her expression. ]
You didn't ruin anything. I wish that you had.
[ she is nothing if not skilled in picking people who know how to ruin what she gives them, whose betrayals should be ruinous, but whom she keeps clinging to despite it.
she smothers herself, palm over mouth, wiping past her cheeks as she looks away from ianthe's hand. the deep breath she tries to draw just shakes and fades into something thin and insubstantial. she can't hold it. ]
no subject
[ there it is. the wetness in her voice. she shakes her head, fighting against the sorrowful twist of her expression. ]
You didn't ruin anything. I wish that you had.
[ she is nothing if not skilled in picking people who know how to ruin what she gives them, whose betrayals should be ruinous, but whom she keeps clinging to despite it.
she smothers herself, palm over mouth, wiping past her cheeks as she looks away from ianthe's hand. the deep breath she tries to draw just shakes and fades into something thin and insubstantial. she can't hold it. ]