Byerly Vlad Rutyer (
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2020
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12:55 pm
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fade rift: contact
contact part deux
if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message
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coquettish_trees
2021-05-09 11:25 pm (UTC)
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Leaving. You—
All this while we have been speaking about such difficult things, perhaps some of the
most
difficult, and I have not once felt you were pulling away.
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bouchonne
2021-05-10 02:09 am (UTC)
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[ He does pull back now, painfully self-conscious. His brow and mouth are tense. ]
I didn't - realize that I do, normally.
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coquettish_trees
2021-05-10 02:23 am (UTC)
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It... feels so, but—
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I should not have said anything, why did I—
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I do not want to be something you have need to protect yourself from. I am—
[ She smooths the cloth that covers his shoulder with her thumb, and smiles: small, tentative, a little sad. ]
I am sorry. That I am.
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bouchonne
2021-05-10 02:27 am (UTC)
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No. You're not. I -
[ He runs a hand over his face, frustrated and unhappy. ]
I'm simply no good for this. I am sorry. It
is
my fault.
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coquettish_trees
2021-05-10 02:55 am (UTC)
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If it is mine to forgive then I forgive it.
[ She runs her fingertips down the side of his face, gentler than he had been with it. ]
I am not good at this either, for all that I wish to be.
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All this while we have been speaking about such difficult things, perhaps some of the most difficult, and I have not once felt you were pulling away.
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I didn't - realize that I do, normally.
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[ I should not have said anything, why did I— ]
I do not want to be something you have need to protect yourself from. I am—
[ She smooths the cloth that covers his shoulder with her thumb, and smiles: small, tentative, a little sad. ]
I am sorry. That I am.
no subject
[ He runs a hand over his face, frustrated and unhappy. ]
I'm simply no good for this. I am sorry. It is my fault.
no subject
[ She runs her fingertips down the side of his face, gentler than he had been with it. ]
I am not good at this either, for all that I wish to be.