[ If theirs is a relationship built on interweaving moments, each conversation alluding to past instances, each meeting an act of parody of the other, echoes and mirrors, then this is the motif. She gives him no time to respond because she had done so for the both of them: I don't have that luxury right now. They were rebuilding too, back then, her unknowing and him knowing full well the precipice that lies ahead. Belying her words, she intertwines their fingers and holds on tighter. ]
Don't worry about the ones in my head [ She shows him the remaining in full form: the too-beautiful boy always half real and half dreaming, the weapon in the shape of a woman crass enough to make even her flinch, the undead man banking on an undead girl to show him life; then delivers her swift and sweeping judgment, immovable as a mountain: ] They only want me for what I can but won't give them. You know how it goes. And then, the rest-- [ The rest is hardly as crisp, when her mind muddles through the wheeling motion of Prince throwing her to the ground, again, a blonde girl as sweet as summer, a demon masquerading as a boy masquerading as a puppy, a kiss and the resulting guilt, Cathaway's eerie smile in the dark cockpit. ] Does it matter? I trust you over them.
[ She stands in place while tugging his hand along to get him to move. Come now. He's the one with somewhere to take her, isn't he? ]
You're wrong, besides. The answer is I didn't like it.
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[ If theirs is a relationship built on interweaving moments, each conversation alluding to past instances, each meeting an act of parody of the other, echoes and mirrors, then this is the motif. She gives him no time to respond because she had done so for the both of them: I don't have that luxury right now. They were rebuilding too, back then, her unknowing and him knowing full well the precipice that lies ahead. Belying her words, she intertwines their fingers and holds on tighter. ]
Don't worry about the ones in my head [ She shows him the remaining in full form: the too-beautiful boy always half real and half dreaming, the weapon in the shape of a woman crass enough to make even her flinch, the undead man banking on an undead girl to show him life; then delivers her swift and sweeping judgment, immovable as a mountain: ] They only want me for what I can but won't give them. You know how it goes. And then, the rest-- [ The rest is hardly as crisp, when her mind muddles through the wheeling motion of Prince throwing her to the ground, again, a blonde girl as sweet as summer, a demon masquerading as a boy masquerading as a puppy, a kiss and the resulting guilt, Cathaway's eerie smile in the dark cockpit. ] Does it matter? I trust you over them.
[ She stands in place while tugging his hand along to get him to move. Come now. He's the one with somewhere to take her, isn't he? ]
You're wrong, besides. The answer is I didn't like it.