( felicity hates feeling small. defenseless. as... entirely novel as it is, having someone to tend to her for once instead of curling up in a dark bathroom and doing it herself, she hates having witnesses to it. but add is gentle about it, and elsword is sturdy and protective-
she hates how easily she lets herself just curl into him.
she hates how much she wants more.
taking a drink of water with shaky hands, she inhales before finally speaking- even now, her throat feels horribly rough. )
I was conscious of everything the entire time. Even after I died.
( why is she even saying this? its not productive. it's not like they can help.
no subject
she hates how easily she lets herself just curl into him.
she hates how much she wants more.
taking a drink of water with shaky hands, she inhales before finally speaking- even now, her throat feels horribly rough. )
I was conscious of everything the entire time. Even after I died.
( why is she even saying this? its not productive. it's not like they can help.
does
she really just need to? fuck. )