Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
04-18-2021, 03:07 PM
Heck. She wouldn't mind a girl like that herself. Someone to help her understand the broken pieces of herself. She kept her gaze on Alas as he spoke. Thinking of the quiet demon she had mistaken him for at first, and listened as he told her how he was once broken. She already knew it wasn't a happy ending, but despite herself she jerked a little and frowned towards the other man as he trailed off. Explaining not what his thoughts were, and instead going on to explain he had followed the trail of her here.
He didn't meet her eyes, his gaze focused on the past as he told her a little of her hurts. A part of her wanted to reach over and pat his paw in comfort, but she wasn't that foolish. She wouldn't ruin his truths with another panic attack.
She fiddled with the snow instead, trying not to feel broken herself, and stumbled upon a long stick buried in the snow. She tugged it free as he spoke of hos girl not wishing to be found. That was her to a 't' but for vastly different reasons. She wasnt running from love, she was running from hate. She felt a little bit of judgment for this girl who had helped him heal and then ripped open the wound in her leaving.
He finally met her gaze again, and she offered him a partial, crooked grin. Two broken things, feeling a shared pain. "I'll bare that in mind" She promised, not that she was sure she would be able to tell the difference. Alas hadn't, snd he saw so much more in the world then she did. Shaking snow from her stick she placed it in her maw, and stretched it out over the distance between them, patting it against his paw in comfort. It was the best she could offer, and if it made his lips twitch in amusement as it did her own, then all the better. "I've heard there are other fish in the sea" She said around the stick, "maybe there's still one out there for you"
He didn't meet her eyes, his gaze focused on the past as he told her a little of her hurts. A part of her wanted to reach over and pat his paw in comfort, but she wasn't that foolish. She wouldn't ruin his truths with another panic attack.
She fiddled with the snow instead, trying not to feel broken herself, and stumbled upon a long stick buried in the snow. She tugged it free as he spoke of hos girl not wishing to be found. That was her to a 't' but for vastly different reasons. She wasnt running from love, she was running from hate. She felt a little bit of judgment for this girl who had helped him heal and then ripped open the wound in her leaving.
He finally met her gaze again, and she offered him a partial, crooked grin. Two broken things, feeling a shared pain. "I'll bare that in mind" She promised, not that she was sure she would be able to tell the difference. Alas hadn't, snd he saw so much more in the world then she did. Shaking snow from her stick she placed it in her maw, and stretched it out over the distance between them, patting it against his paw in comfort. It was the best she could offer, and if it made his lips twitch in amusement as it did her own, then all the better. "I've heard there are other fish in the sea" She said around the stick, "maybe there's still one out there for you"