She shouldn't. A second time, when this time she couldn't actually hide behind the excuse that there was nothing else to do. Krissy had been sobbing and pleading with her not go, but even she hadn't specifically asked this much. The girl had just ended up in her arms, hugging her, unable to let go, or let her go. From the space, the room, or the delusion.
Even that was almost too much to consider with Merlin's newest judgment laying on top of it now. Krissy was.
He wasn't him, though, in a very alike way and she should put him off, but when had she ever lived by what she should actually do. It'd been a long, long morning, and her bar still bore all the signs of it, even if she bore not a one, from any of this again. No tracer of a tattoo to the like of what had happened except from that place is the palest sigils. She was tired. So damn tired. And too much hurt. In a way she couldn't explain, that had nothing to do with pain, and,
maybe too much to do with a kind of wounding she couldn't come back from, and still wasn't running from. Not exactly.
She shook his hand on her, lightly, with a simple--"Move over." -- as she turned, not pulling back the blankets or divesting her boots.
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Date: 2016-12-03 03:03 pm (UTC)Even that was almost too much to consider with Merlin's newest judgment laying on top of it now. Krissy was.
He wasn't him, though, in a very alike way and she should put him off, but when had she ever lived by what she should actually do. It'd been a long, long morning, and her bar still bore all the signs of it, even if she bore not a one, from any of this again. No tracer of a tattoo to the like of what had happened except from that place is the palest sigils. She was tired. So damn tired. And too much hurt. In a way she couldn't explain, that had nothing to do with pain, and,
maybe too much to do with a kind of wounding she couldn't come back from, and still wasn't running from. Not exactly.
She shook his hand on her, lightly, with a simple--"Move over." -- as she turned, not pulling back the blankets or divesting her boots.