[ she's been holding her breath since she finished - out of fear of what he might say, what he might assume of her; and to contain the pathetic sob that threatens to shake her entire body. the lines across her skin have dimmed significantly, even while speaking so fondly of the dead.
because that's what they are. dead. and they're ever coming back. ]
More than good.
[ she smiles faintly, manages to keep herself composed only through so many years of practice. ] Forgive me for rambling. I had assumed you would not be pleased with silence, though.
no subject
because that's what they are. dead. and they're ever coming back. ]
More than good.
[ she smiles faintly, manages to keep herself composed only through so many years of practice. ] Forgive me for rambling. I had assumed you would not be pleased with silence, though.