[ Lexa doesn't need to. Parker has been learning how to put up walls and it's getting harder to get through them by each passing day. It still takes some focus, but it's slowly starting to become a second nature. To keep people out. Well, more than usual anyway.
However, Lexa has got it completely wrong. Couldn't be further from what Parker is or feels. To be fair, she doesn't care to explain that to anyone. How she feels, her mind, these are private things that she won't allow anyone to come close. In her world, she had that privilege. In her world, she had her ties. Didn't need voices in her head telling her who to trust or who to like. She had her friends, her family. She had good and bad times. And she wanted to share them with those people, and those people alone. With her crew. Ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend and ex-family. Complex relationships that tangled and untangled on a daily basis. But that was fine. Hard, but normal, problems to solve because the people in there mattered, those she still carries so close to her heart sometimes it hurts. Here? Here, she doesn't want to share. Here, she wants nothing but to become a wall flower. She hardly feels like she's a victim.
If anything else, it's the complete opposite.
Parker keeps her eyes on Lexa, lip curled. ]
What's your damage? What are you trying to prove? That you're a big bad warrior? I don't care. You're not that important. How many times do I have to tell you? Go bother someone else.
[ And with that, Parker leans her forehead on her knees again, pulling the hoodie over her head. She looks more akin to a sulking baby cat than a brooding mysterious figure, really. ]
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However, Lexa has got it completely wrong. Couldn't be further from what Parker is or feels. To be fair, she doesn't care to explain that to anyone. How she feels, her mind, these are private things that she won't allow anyone to come close. In her world, she had that privilege. In her world, she had her ties. Didn't need voices in her head telling her who to trust or who to like. She had her friends, her family. She had good and bad times. And she wanted to share them with those people, and those people alone. With her crew. Ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend and ex-family. Complex relationships that tangled and untangled on a daily basis. But that was fine. Hard, but normal, problems to solve because the people in there mattered, those she still carries so close to her heart sometimes it hurts. Here? Here, she doesn't want to share. Here, she wants nothing but to become a wall flower. She hardly feels like she's a victim.
If anything else, it's the complete opposite.
Parker keeps her eyes on Lexa, lip curled. ]
What's your damage? What are you trying to prove? That you're a big bad warrior? I don't care. You're not that important. How many times do I have to tell you? Go bother someone else.
[ And with that, Parker leans her forehead on her knees again, pulling the hoodie over her head. She looks more akin to a sulking baby cat than a brooding mysterious figure, really. ]