[Nothing good ever came of facing his fear, either; he's learned to brick it up behind his eyes and carry it with him, but she can't know that, of course. Mostly he's just angry. Angry because She lied to him, angry because he believed Her, angry because he's angry.
And still so goddamn afraid. She shakes her head, he glances down without acknowledging; titles, respect, they're safer. He doesn't know who to trust. Instead he studies the pattern of the billiard balls on the table, decides she's no longer actually playing.]
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[ Spam ] oh it's going to
Date: 2012-12-05 02:36 am (UTC)And still so goddamn afraid. She shakes her head, he glances down without acknowledging; titles, respect, they're safer. He doesn't know who to trust. Instead he studies the pattern of the billiard balls on the table, decides she's no longer actually playing.]
Why avoid it?