[ Bastien half-smiles, looks up at By’s profile, and smiles the rest of the way. ]
In your sash.
[ For all Bastien prides himself on thinking about other people’s perspectives, this might be the first time he’s thought about that evening from Byerly’s, free of what clouded his vision at the time. No sickening certainty he was there to be let down gently, coloring everything even after it had been disproven. No stubborn irrational fixation on a few scattered signs Byerly didn’t love him, no ignoring the flood of evidence that he did.
Just By setting his sweet, bruised heart on the table, nervous and brave in the face Bastien’s inscrutable breeziness. ]
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Date: 2022-07-01 07:06 pm (UTC)In your sash.
[ For all Bastien prides himself on thinking about other people’s perspectives, this might be the first time he’s thought about that evening from Byerly’s, free of what clouded his vision at the time. No sickening certainty he was there to be let down gently, coloring everything even after it had been disproven. No stubborn irrational fixation on a few scattered signs Byerly didn’t love him, no ignoring the flood of evidence that he did.
Just By setting his sweet, bruised heart on the table, nervous and brave in the face Bastien’s inscrutable breeziness. ]
Please never get rid of that sash.