[ They are a tumble of old things or abandoned things, like the huge ordered structures of Dahl, overgrown with weeds, growing in between the wires. The way they could always find the cracks in the concrete, how those heavy blocks would shelter saplings from the elements. No matter what they were, they knotted together well, wrapping deeply around. Twists a leg through Idle's and her arm moves around her waist and she can feel the other girl's face pressed into her and in return, she tucks her own into the little corner between neck and chest. Every breath in her body feels painfully tight -- in that way, the violence is fitting and matching. The gush of blood that she thinks if she shuts her eyes and leans further into the give of Ilde, she might feel the blood, might taste that coppery tang, somehow.
Doesn't speak, rather, that would mean moving something more than just the soft exhale that brushes her lips against her shoulders as she goes to wet them. ]
(I want to be. ) [ scrunches up something knotted inside herself, because she's well and truly past being at a point in her life where she threw insults her hurt, it had turned cold as Jack wanted her to be long ago. Just never like he intended. ] (I'm supposed to be. )
[ a pause, all crackle white noise, and then: ] (I'm so scared of failing, Ilde. )
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Doesn't speak, rather, that would mean moving something more than just the soft exhale that brushes her lips against her shoulders as she goes to wet them. ]
( I want to be. ) [ scrunches up something knotted inside herself, because she's well and truly past being at a point in her life where she threw insults her hurt, it had turned cold as Jack wanted her to be long ago. Just never like he intended. ] ( I'm supposed to be. )
[ a pause, all crackle white noise, and then: ] ( I'm so scared of failing, Ilde. )