[ Athessa turns and moves her hand away, unhurriedly, before Derrica's touch can alight upon it. If she allows that much, even a bare brush of skin, she'll crumble. She'll beg, she'll make even more of a fool of herself than she already is.
Somewhere in her mind, a cruel little voice whispers as if she could ever love you. It has a vice grip around her throat and it squeezes until her eyes sting, and she reaches not for Derrica, like she aches to, but for the bracers. ]
It's not your fault. There isn't a right way, anyway. [ Unlovable. Selfish. Ciara's voice: Why would I go with you? I can't love you.
She stands, tucking the bracers under her arm and forcing a smile. ]
I'd better get these back. Thanks for the tea.
[ The grip on her throat tightens. She walks away. ]
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[ Athessa turns and moves her hand away, unhurriedly, before Derrica's touch can alight upon it. If she allows that much, even a bare brush of skin, she'll crumble. She'll beg, she'll make even more of a fool of herself than she already is.
Somewhere in her mind, a cruel little voice whispers as if she could ever love you. It has a vice grip around her throat and it squeezes until her eyes sting, and she reaches not for Derrica, like she aches to, but for the bracers. ]
It's not your fault. There isn't a right way, anyway. [ Unlovable. Selfish. Ciara's voice: Why would I go with you? I can't love you.
She stands, tucking the bracers under her arm and forcing a smile. ]
I'd better get these back. Thanks for the tea.
[ The grip on her throat tightens. She walks away. ]