( none of it is fair. the second her name leaves his lips, the way he explains the nickname, reveals the next little tidbit before he even speaks it. gansey moved on. she told him to move on, so she's not sure what she was expecting. for starters, never to see him again. but occasionally when she allowed her thoughts to drift toward the notion of him, she wondered if he was as finished as she was after their parting. blue sargent could easily qualify for nunhood. it seems gansey could not qualify for monkhood. she feels her heart sink again. she told him to go, and he did. she told him never, and he listened. he found something else. something tangible, someone tangible, that he could have. it's like she's seventeen all over again. her backbone is, thankfully, reinforced with titanium and cold, hard steel. she doesn't cry.
but she wants to.
she leans in slightly toward the little girl, though. this little girl is adorable, she can't deny that, nor can she deny a hello from a tiny stranger. the smile on her lips is absolutely forced there, but it's very convincing and bright and to a child, it wouldn't make any difference. she wonders if gansey will notice that. )
Hello, Elle. ( she speaks in a gentle, sweet voice. all friendly and warmth and sunlight, even though the inside of her feels like a late autumn storm - cold, wet, and out of control. the smile fades as she rights herself and looks back to gansey. but she can't maintain eye contact for long. it's too much. )
Guess we do. ( she looks over her shoulder, not really toward anything but just to keep her face from being too easy to read. ) Nino's?
no subject
but she wants to.
she leans in slightly toward the little girl, though. this little girl is adorable, she can't deny that, nor can she deny a hello from a tiny stranger. the smile on her lips is absolutely forced there, but it's very convincing and bright and to a child, it wouldn't make any difference. she wonders if gansey will notice that. )
Hello, Elle. ( she speaks in a gentle, sweet voice. all friendly and warmth and sunlight, even though the inside of her feels like a late autumn storm - cold, wet, and out of control. the smile fades as she rights herself and looks back to gansey. but she can't maintain eye contact for long. it's too much. )
Guess we do. ( she looks over her shoulder, not really toward anything but just to keep her face from being too easy to read. ) Nino's?