and for someone like scien, who she's assigned as someone who prefers to keep things at a distance, through the glass, the way she keeps people at a physical arm's length - she'd been content in respecting his boundaries. especially now that she felt that horrible, grinding pain from earlier.
she's silent for a moment, just watching him. fondness, huh. even just a little bit. and then:]
... It's necessary, but one day, I'd like to not feel it. [that anger.] Thank you.
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throné by default is a somber person, and this week has been something already - she's had a few people notice that she's sad, and she never knows how to tell them that it's persistent. that achy, deep hurt just lives in her chest, in her throat, around her neck. but for her, it's like any chronic pain. you learn how to live with it, as best you can. and eventually it stops registering. she's been surprised each time someone points it out.
and for someone like scien, who she's assigned as someone who prefers to keep things at a distance, through the glass, the way she keeps people at a physical arm's length - she'd been content in respecting his boundaries. especially now that she felt that horrible, grinding pain from earlier.
she's silent for a moment, just watching him. fondness, huh. even just a little bit. and then:]
... It's necessary, but one day, I'd like to not feel it. [that anger.] Thank you.