[ jayce sighs quietly through the nose as a force of habit, a reaction to an emotion; it's not so much the woman's actions, it's the way serph talks about her that makes his slowly beating heart feel a squeeze. it reminds jayce of viktor, then consequently his torn feelings for mel. not that he was uncertain of what he felt today, just . . . the sense of betrayal he'd gotten, of those feelings in the past. the creeping beneath his skin that for someone he so deeply cared for in the same melting way seemed to have used him. them. while his soul yearned for its other dying half right under his nose. fear clouded so much of his judgement, then.
part of him still wants to speak to her, one day. set things straight. put a tranquil stone on top of it and drift away on better terms. part of him does not; who knows what sharp anger would bubble through before his clarity would. ]
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part of him still wants to speak to her, one day. set things straight. put a tranquil stone on top of it and drift away on better terms. part of him does not; who knows what sharp anger would bubble through before his clarity would. ]
She sounds extraordinary.