SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Again her space was violated, and this time Seren recoiled more abruptly. Her arm was jerked away from the soothing touch, her skin crawling as every cell within her body rejected the physical sensation. In an instant she had removed herself from the floor and retreated back to the armchair, where she curled up into a ball and refused to look at Maeve. Already guilt coiled within like a snake - Maeve was only trying to help - but she couldn't stand it. Not now. Not when her emotions were already in an uproar.
"If it's my choice then I choose that it's not a crush, and that nothing is ever going to 'happen'," she muttered, the upset wreaking havoc on her voice, even as she managed to sound completely mulishly stubborn. "I don't want it and I don't have time for it."
It had been nice when the concept of romance was still only a theory, something distant that she could occupy her mind with on spare moments. The idea of a person in a far off place sharing some kind of preordained connection with her har been interesting... and then it had faded away.
This... thing with Sah was completely different. It had to be. Or it too was bound to grow boring and fade just like... But perhaps that was for the best.
"I don't have time for this," she repeated, as if it had any bearing on her emotions at all.
"If it's my choice then I choose that it's not a crush, and that nothing is ever going to 'happen'," she muttered, the upset wreaking havoc on her voice, even as she managed to sound completely mulishly stubborn. "I don't want it and I don't have time for it."
It had been nice when the concept of romance was still only a theory, something distant that she could occupy her mind with on spare moments. The idea of a person in a far off place sharing some kind of preordained connection with her har been interesting... and then it had faded away.
This... thing with Sah was completely different. It had to be. Or it too was bound to grow boring and fade just like... But perhaps that was for the best.
"I don't have time for this," she repeated, as if it had any bearing on her emotions at all.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
