Inbox: Abraxas

[philancer]

INBOX text / action / horizon Roses are red, violets are blue,
and right now it seems I'm missing you.
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[theidlemaiden]

[ The moment the words leave her lips, Hilda feels like she's made an awful mistake. It's not unlike the feeling she had felt when she had told Claude that none of their friends were fighting by his side willingly. It was a lie; she had lied to Sylvain even though that was the one thing she had said she wouldn't do.

Her heart sinks into her chest as he leaves her field of vision and she's left staring at the ceiling, eyes misting like her body is telling her this is wrong. Her fingers clutch at the bedsheets under her as her mind reels back and forth about why she had just said what she'd said, and why Sylvain's voice sounded so devoid of any of its usual warmth. This was the right thing, wasn't it? In time, this would make he and Claude both happy. This way, he'd never realize how wrong he is about her.

Panic turns to shame, forcing her gaze away despite wanting nothing more than to reach out, to apologize. Instead she's quick to push herself up from the bed, rushing towards the door willing herself not to look back. ]

I think I should go. I'm sorry.

[philancer]

[ He doesn’t make a move to stop her this time. She’d successfully scraped over far too many of his own insecurities with that answer, leaving him feeling raw in the aftermath.

He felt stupid now, for expecting a different answer from her. For hoping that all those exchanges had meant something. The night of the gala, the night on the roof. The night in the maze. Even more foolish to forget the fundamental truths he’d lived most of his life by.

Wishful thinking, after all. He thought he’d cured himself of that a long time ago, but apparently not.

He lets her get to the door before he calls after her. His voice is low and solemn, but at least there’s nothing else in it to give him away. ]

Hilda. You can’t avoid him forever. Sooner or later you two are going to have to face this problem looming between you. And the longer you put it off the harder it will be.

[ He takes himself out of the equation this time. He didn’t have a place there, not really. ]