the topic is fraught. eddie had not been the only one she'd found keeping things from her this month, or betraying her trust in other ways. she stares at the ceiling a while, working through it.
maybe everyone does. maybe the best she can expect is a sorry afterwards, and it does her no good to hold resentments. but there's that clawing panic in her chest when she thinks of it. the one that makes her think of aleksander, and the war room, and baghra, and —
she pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks around her room, half-expecting to see him, like she so often does now. but there's nothing. she's alone. really. ]
What happened? [ she asks, finally. ] I want to hear it from you.
(cw: lil minor ptsd as a treat)
the topic is fraught. eddie had not been the only one she'd found keeping things from her this month, or betraying her trust in other ways. she stares at the ceiling a while, working through it.
maybe everyone does. maybe the best she can expect is a sorry afterwards, and it does her no good to hold resentments. but there's that clawing panic in her chest when she thinks of it. the one that makes her think of aleksander, and the war room, and baghra, and —
she pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks around her room, half-expecting to see him, like she so often does now. but there's nothing. she's alone. really. ]
What happened? [ she asks, finally. ] I want to hear it from you.