& ‘ he who was torpid;
her sudden words filled with ( compassion ? ) bring forth a surprised expression. and he’s promptly pushed out of his body. he’s watching the encounter from another perspective. his height is much shorter. dark brown orbs fall to outstretched hands. they’re small.
he’s five years old again. back to the start. just before the fall into despair. this younger version of him is a lot more HOPEFUL. he believes in dreams. hasn’t experienced any broken promises. he’s pure. there’s no blood on his hands, not yet. there’s still hope for him.
and it’s this self that aches at what flora has said. the self that no longer exists.
the present changhee wears a stone cold expression. shock vanished. he’s angry and annoyed. hates it when people try to patronize him. he doesn’t need her worrying. he doesn’t need her pity. he doesn’t need anything from her.
❝ watch your tongue, girl. ❞
⊰ ✿ ⊱ — Easily would one identify the temerity in his works, for taken
with a new semblance. HIDING; taken for granted the effect of a mask. A
sense of compunction that she too could see when stuck at her nadir.
( FRIGHT behind DIGNITY: )
something that even she could amend to.
A persistence virtue of arrogance, not that she would come to see. Hiding was easy,
commence to facing reality that nobody wants to face. Eyes that didn’t want to see
anymore, air she didn’t want to breathe anymore. & taken to dark places & forced her
eyes to open, regardless of if she wanted it. Because she NEEDED IT.
( She was too EXHAUSTED and weak from fright
to TOLERATE weakness in anyone else. )
Virility brown orbs seems dejected in circumstances, restoration tresses
garlanded
frail features whilst her
demure
disposition seeped through. She was not there to cause
hate, nor was she
prescient in what her eyes could see; PROTECTIVE & WORRIED:
of course she was a frail flower after all. how else could she be?
❛ You speak as though it’s BAD for me to care;
you can still speak as bitterly, it wont change anything.
❜