pull the pin & say

There's something quick, something swift about the girl. She's always pretty mentally quick, good at reading someone else. Whatever the man was feeling, he was... cold? She was so immensely curious, she was so confused about what was going on inside his head. It was strange. People were usually nice to Selene. She's bright and soft, she's brilliant and gentle. There are so many things about the girl that people seem to like. Still, she's a street rat. She's a gypsy, a vagabond. There were so many dirty words for people like her, and she's always so lost about it. The moon scorn looks at Arsenal, head cocked to the side.


"Why?" He says he has to go, but she sorta wants to go with him. It's hard. It's a lot harder than she expects. Interacting is a lot harder than she expects when it seems that the man isn't quite sure he wants her here. Maybe she should go. Maybe the starlit should fade into the background. It happens. She worries.