[ The word flares her annoyance, rubbing against the still raw wound Claude had made by calling her that. Her protest is cut short however as her chin is grasped and she's forced to look at Sylvain. It's apparent that what he's said has struck some kind of nerve even if that hasn't been his intention.
She had run through her argument with Claude so many times in her head like some sort of sick obsession, as if justifying why she was right would somehow soothe her hurt. What use was there talking about why they hadn't ever fought like this at the Academy? The only conclusion she could have come to was that he simply didn't have a need to be her friend anymore because this isn't Fodlan. Whatever weight she carried, if any, being Goneril's only daughter is null and void. What else did she have to offer him that couldn't be fulfilled by the man in front of her or the woman who had left? Talking about it wasn't making her feel better even if it was giving Sylvain the context he deserved for why they had been acting the way they had been towards one another.
Had she not been so deeply upset by it, everything he was saying might have sounded reasonable. Or mostly reasonable. The last thing she wants is to reasonably discuss Claude and their relationship especially when they had barely discussed what she and Sylvain had done. She can't help but wryly look at him before forcing his hand away. ]
It sounds like you're speaking from experience. But even if there were any line to begin with, we kept blurring it to the point where it's definitely gone now. He can barely stand to look at me, and I don't want to talk about it anymore.
[ She draws in a breath looking at a point somewhere near the ceiling trying keep her expression arranged in something that didn't resemble hurt. ]
I'm tired of being angry and sad all the time - it's not doing great things for my skin. [ Her attempt at levity falls flat and there's another beat before she alludes to why she hadn't been pleased when she had discovered it had been Sylvain behind the fox mask. ] I don't want the only other person from home to [ 'Abandon me' is on the tip of her tongue but even that seems dramatic for her tastes. ] think less of me.
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Date: 2023-07-23 05:37 pm (UTC)[ The word flares her annoyance, rubbing against the still raw wound Claude had made by calling her that. Her protest is cut short however as her chin is grasped and she's forced to look at Sylvain. It's apparent that what he's said has struck some kind of nerve even if that hasn't been his intention.
She had run through her argument with Claude so many times in her head like some sort of sick obsession, as if justifying why she was right would somehow soothe her hurt. What use was there talking about why they hadn't ever fought like this at the Academy? The only conclusion she could have come to was that he simply didn't have a need to be her friend anymore because this isn't Fodlan. Whatever weight she carried, if any, being Goneril's only daughter is null and void. What else did she have to offer him that couldn't be fulfilled by the man in front of her or the woman who had left? Talking about it wasn't making her feel better even if it was giving Sylvain the context he deserved for why they had been acting the way they had been towards one another.
Had she not been so deeply upset by it, everything he was saying might have sounded reasonable. Or mostly reasonable. The last thing she wants is to reasonably discuss Claude and their relationship especially when they had barely discussed what she and Sylvain had done. She can't help but wryly look at him before forcing his hand away. ]
It sounds like you're speaking from experience. But even if there were any line to begin with, we kept blurring it to the point where it's definitely gone now. He can barely stand to look at me, and I don't want to talk about it anymore.
[ She draws in a breath looking at a point somewhere near the ceiling trying keep her expression arranged in something that didn't resemble hurt. ]
I'm tired of being angry and sad all the time - it's not doing great things for my skin. [ Her attempt at levity falls flat and there's another beat before she alludes to why she hadn't been pleased when she had discovered it had been Sylvain behind the fox mask. ] I don't want the only other person from home to [ 'Abandon me' is on the tip of her tongue but even that seems dramatic for her tastes. ] think less of me.