dragony: (❥n - 04)
#empath problems ([personal profile] dragony) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowl2020 2013-03-05 10:00 am (UTC)

She holds herself tighter, body swaying on her feet. The words rush past her like ocean currents, tugging her forward and pushing her back, and she's losing her balance. It's not the world that is falling out from beneath her, as happens so often, but the walls around her, the roof above her, breaking apart and exposing her to a raging storm. Fingernails dig into skin, and her eye clenches closed.

"Impossible."

The word is quiet, and her voice rough, but it's not unexpected. How could it be? Denial, denial of caring, denial of feeling, of connection, of responsibility, of anything wrong, it's always her defense. I missed you, how could that be true? He left, the same as everyone leaves, and the long seasons passed by, the same as between all others. The danger of everything feels so abstract to her; there are so few imPorts she cares about, so few she cares for, and she knows those feelings aren't mutual.

Her heart has long since cannibalized feelings of faith, or trust, and she gave up relying on hope a long time ago. Missed her? Impossible. There's nothing worth missing. He must want something, instead. A place to stay. Medical help. Information. That's all.

(Because the people who love Ruka and leave either don't come back, or they stop caring, or they're different people all together. That's it. That's all.)

Age has made her masks and her walls stronger, but what use are walls and doors to someone who breaks in through windows? So when she moves, crossing near the wall to check the locks on his entryway, and her voice is practically casual, her calm airs mean nothing compared to the storm.

"So what really brought you all the way out here at this time of night, anyway?"

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