[ It's almost a little sad. She doesn't let herself have any pity, because pity makes things worse. She knows pity stings. And she can say that with certainty the way she's been able to say nothing else so certainly because some horrible clarity has clicked into place. Everything is topsy turvy and upside down and she was right — he is a liar. But he's a liar just in the same way she is, if their hearts are broken in all the same places—
Her thighs pinch a little tighter around his leg and her throat hums with a warm noise. Still restrained. Still not quite trusting herself to let out the fullness of her voice. ]
Okay. I get it.
[ Her voice is so soft. She's been so angry before, so angry and afraid but... how could she be truly angry at someone just like her?
Her free hand steals up to bury itself in the heavy stole around his shoulders and she turns to look at him, properly. His expression is sharp and twisted but it means nothing at all. It's just as fake as every smile she's ever worn on stage. Does he really think she can't see it? ]
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Her thighs pinch a little tighter around his leg and her throat hums with a warm noise. Still restrained. Still not quite trusting herself to let out the fullness of her voice. ]
Okay. I get it.
[ Her voice is so soft. She's been so angry before, so angry and afraid but... how could she be truly angry at someone just like her?
Her free hand steals up to bury itself in the heavy stole around his shoulders and she turns to look at him, properly. His expression is sharp and twisted but it means nothing at all. It's just as fake as every smile she's ever worn on stage. Does he really think she can't see it? ]
Hurt me, then.