she has to wonder that herself, really, as the rush of the adrenaline of anger starts to ebb, and she's left panting and heaving with the wounds along her knuckles newly opened, straining against the iron-grip she has around his shirt.
what is she doing? keisuke didn't deserve this, even if she isn't saying anything he doesn't need to hear. not from her, at least. he was simply sounding too much like someone she wishes were here, next to her... someone she wishes would wish the same of her.
all at once, her grip on him loosens, and her body grows just as slack with the releasing of tension. her head lowers, most of her face hidden beneath her fringe, and she draws in a breath, attempting to recollect herself. ]
nah jk
she has to wonder that herself, really, as the rush of the adrenaline of anger starts to ebb, and she's left panting and heaving with the wounds along her knuckles newly opened, straining against the iron-grip she has around his shirt.
what is she doing? keisuke didn't deserve this, even if she isn't saying anything he doesn't need to hear. not from her, at least. he was simply sounding too much like someone she wishes were here, next to her... someone she wishes would wish the same of her.
all at once, her grip on him loosens, and her body grows just as slack with the releasing of tension. her head lowers, most of her face hidden beneath her fringe, and she draws in a breath, attempting to recollect herself. ]
...nothing.
[ suddenly, she is so, so tired of trying. ]