It does make sense. She doesn't know if she likes or dislikes that. She's not sure she really wants to work it out either.
It just is. Sort of the same way it just is, when her head tips to a side, lips pressing for a moment, before, saying. "Would it help any of this somehow if I yelled and threw my glass at you?"
Would it help to know she still can't forget what she did to his face. That she can still see it. That she's never everever allowed to do that again. That it chills her, even just right now, to remember she did. Could. Can. Not cocky, arrogant, tiny girl against a brick house, most a decade trained assassin against a brawler, bragging in a flaunted, half flirted, joke. Bloody proof. Past, present, and future tense.
She knows how slippery that slide is. How easy it was that night. She may not know a lot of things about all of this, but she knows angry shouldn't an open door.
Not that that entirely worked all night. But alone with it was different.
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She doesn't know if she likes or dislikes that.
She's not sure she really wants to work it out either.
It just is. Sort of the same way it just is, when her head tips to a side, lips pressing for a moment, before, saying. "Would it help any of this somehow if I yelled and threw my glass at you?"
Would it help to know she still can't forget what she did to his face. That she can still see it. That she's never ever ever allowed to do that again. That it chills her, even just right now, to remember she did. Could. Can. Not cocky, arrogant, tiny girl against a brick house, most a decade trained assassin against a brawler, bragging in a flaunted, half flirted, joke. Bloody proof. Past, present, and future tense.
She knows how slippery that slide is. How easy it was that night.
She may not know a lot of things about all of this,
but she knows angry shouldn't an open door.
Not that that entirely worked all night. But alone with it was different.