A gouging, gaping wound. Rusty pain, the coppery taste of blood in her teeth and the reek of it in her nose. A wretched, helpless sort of calm, a sense of surrender that call only be called despair.
Oh. That's not happening now, is it? Oberon's here. She's not even in her own home. When did she start gripping the front of her dress again? Everything's fine. It's a little hard to breathe properly. ]
... Maybe not.
[ Her voice is a little airy as she says it. Like her chest is constricted - or like all the air is bleeding out of her even as she pulls it in. ]
But that's why it's even more important that I try. Because if I can love somebody who doesn't deserve it, then it really would be the real thing, right? And maybe I could...
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A gouging, gaping wound. Rusty pain, the coppery taste of blood in her teeth and the reek of it in her nose. A wretched, helpless sort of calm, a sense of surrender that call only be called despair.
Oh. That's not happening now, is it? Oberon's here. She's not even in her own home. When did she start gripping the front of her dress again? Everything's fine. It's a little hard to breathe properly. ]
... Maybe not.
[ Her voice is a little airy as she says it. Like her chest is constricted - or like all the air is bleeding out of her even as she pulls it in. ]
But that's why it's even more important that I try. Because if I can love somebody who doesn't deserve it, then it really would be the real thing, right? And maybe I could...
[ "Maybe I could try loving myself, too."
Nobody deserves it less, after all. ]