05-28-2021, 05:36 PM
NEUNA
There is a strange pulsing in her throat and she understands, quite abstractly, that they are on the edge of something. (It is such an unfamiliar sensation, this thing that itches at the meat between her ribs, nags at the base of her fine skull. She will not recognize it as disdain until she is much older because she is a thing built of love and for love but she is also such a terribly proud thing, a fatal flaw certainly, one inherited from her father and she does not yet know how to gracefully accept a challenge. Even a childish one.)
How strange it is to powerlessly stand by as two equally powerful emotions wage war in her chest! So desperately she wants to love him, as she is wont to love all strangers and yet she so terribly wants to chide him for daring to question her.
Ultimately, she settles for a short, irritated snort (the very first of its kind). Should she have to ask everyone when it is considered a universal truth? But she says nothing further, just watches this boy haloed in light as he further questions her.
“What proof is there?” she asks, though there is no trace of agitation in her voice. In this, she is only curious.
How strange it is to powerlessly stand by as two equally powerful emotions wage war in her chest! So desperately she wants to love him, as she is wont to love all strangers and yet she so terribly wants to chide him for daring to question her.
Ultimately, she settles for a short, irritated snort (the very first of its kind). Should she have to ask everyone when it is considered a universal truth? But she says nothing further, just watches this boy haloed in light as he further questions her.
“What proof is there?” she asks, though there is no trace of agitation in her voice. In this, she is only curious.
@[Benjamen]