[ but since ghislain, he’s always got noise. maybe that’s easier. feels clumsy in his hands: what she's offered abstract, and strange, and valuable of it.
cedric hesitates. he's thinking of jayce, pulled back sharp as a burn. clumsy hands. she isn't fragile - ]
(It felt a little piercing in her head, that static wash lying over everything else; it's easier to hear yourself again if you simply start to scream. Vega lifts her hand to her jaw and feels it, fingers skipping down her skin. She starts picking at a spot there, glancing at her nails every so often.)
Sometimes. It's — the situation is different. That's all.
[ it doesn't stop being different, you just get better at it - knows she will. you get better at stepping back, shutting it off. letting go of yourself in the sound. ]
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[ but since ghislain, he’s always got noise. maybe that’s easier. feels clumsy in his hands: what she's offered abstract, and strange, and valuable of it.
cedric hesitates. he's thinking of jayce, pulled back sharp as a burn. clumsy hands. she isn't fragile - ]
Is it still? Difficult.
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Sometimes. It's — the situation is different. That's all.
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[ it doesn't stop being different, you just get better at it - knows she will. you get better at stepping back, shutting it off. letting go of yourself in the sound. ]
What're you doing right now?
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Nothing. I — need to go to the eyrie, at some point. (She needs to take something for Blanche, in thanks.)
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(But she can see what he's trying to do for her, so she lays down a little,) Thank you, (gently at his feet.
So there's that.)
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