[ She is ready to hear nothing. Nothing, or an irritated snap at her dramatics.
But it isn’t those things.
So she stops, swaying a little, having what she wanted and not sure what to do with it. Stands there for a long moment, then slowly sinks to the ground under the weight of everything. The long days and nights for her, for Byerly; the stress and fear of the war; the fracturing of her months of denial and the void of grief beneath it that she is lost in all alone with no others who will mourn; the quick and vicious ricochet back and forth between that grief and the elation of seeing, hearing, holding, kissing what seems returned to her, a man every part of her yearns towards; the way she cannot help but fall and the confusion of not knowing how much is real and how much is the displaced echo of another love; the way she feels set aside, how it seems to go unacknowledged, and how she isn’t convinced she shouldn’t be.
Alexandrie’s skirts pool around her on the floor, her hands settle in her lap, she is too tired to do anything but bow her head and let the tears born of her overwhelm roll down in silence as they may… but she has stayed. ]
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But it isn’t those things.
So she stops, swaying a little, having what she wanted and not sure what to do with it. Stands there for a long moment, then slowly sinks to the ground under the weight of everything. The long days and nights for her, for Byerly; the stress and fear of the war; the fracturing of her months of denial and the void of grief beneath it that she is lost in all alone with no others who will mourn; the quick and vicious ricochet back and forth between that grief and the elation of seeing, hearing, holding, kissing what seems returned to her, a man every part of her yearns towards; the way she cannot help but fall and the confusion of not knowing how much is real and how much is the displaced echo of another love; the way she feels set aside, how it seems to go unacknowledged, and how she isn’t convinced she shouldn’t be.
Alexandrie’s skirts pool around her on the floor, her hands settle in her lap, she is too tired to do anything but bow her head and let the tears born of her overwhelm roll down in silence as they may… but she has stayed. ]