[He still entertained the idea that he would somehow be able to come to her world. She didn't know why she would have thought he'd given it up already, it's not as if... for all she had run from his confessions, for all she had insulted his proposals as fantasy... she did not think him weak-willed or irresolute.
But.
She stares at him, while pretending she is not. She finally moves, but just to cross her arms defensively, one hand rubbing up and down a muscular bicep. The flush from earlier has faded slightly, but there is still some warmth staining her cheeks. Her tail whips at the backs of her thighs and hocks. She can tell he is waiting for her to say something...
The words, though, are trapped in her throat. She does not want to say more than she has to, guessing what it is he is waiting for. She feels as if anything she gives him will just become fuel for another fight, when really, she did not want to, she just wanted him to... to give up of his own volition. To realize he has made a mistake.
And yet for some reason... No. She knows the reason. A part of her did. But is she just supposed to admit it out loud? Something as pathetic and small of her as that... ? As being unable to let go of the one person in the roots who had offered to choose her?
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But.
She stares at him, while pretending she is not. She finally moves, but just to cross her arms defensively, one hand rubbing up and down a muscular bicep. The flush from earlier has faded slightly, but there is still some warmth staining her cheeks. Her tail whips at the backs of her thighs and hocks. She can tell he is waiting for her to say something...
The words, though, are trapped in her throat. She does not want to say more than she has to, guessing what it is he is waiting for. She feels as if anything she gives him will just become fuel for another fight, when really, she did not want to, she just wanted him to... to give up of his own volition. To realize he has made a mistake.
And yet for some reason... No. She knows the reason. A part of her did. But is she just supposed to admit it out loud? Something as pathetic and small of her as that... ? As being unable to let go of the one person in the roots who had offered to choose her?
In the distance, a songbird trills.]