(They probably look so weird, just making faces and gestures to one another without uttering a word, but so is the reality for telepaths. Not that she really minds, resting a hand on his shoulder by the time they reach somewhere to sit.
It's with the upmost elegance that she does, crossing her legs and checking her nails for a moment before she takes in the party before her.
There's the undeniable truth, and there's the manipulation she can achieve with it. She said she was going to try to be better, she did, the willingness to be better is there, but...
This is different.)
/What good does it do if it's just the few of us against the world, if I don't even try a bit? I've been trying. You can check./
(If he does, he'll see exactly what she told him. The break-off from her sisters. The apology she gives Kamala. Julian.
If anything, it can reinforce the idea that she's working on herself.)
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It's with the upmost elegance that she does, crossing her legs and checking her nails for a moment before she takes in the party before her.
There's the undeniable truth, and there's the manipulation she can achieve with it. She said she was going to try to be better, she did, the willingness to be better is there, but...
This is different.)
/What good does it do if it's just the few of us against the world, if I don't even try a bit? I've been trying. You can check./
(If he does, he'll see exactly what she told him. The break-off from her sisters. The apology she gives Kamala. Julian.
If anything, it can reinforce the idea that she's working on herself.)