[ now that she's come in range, there'll be no escape. kanaya wraps an arm around her, leaning down slightly to tuck her against her side. her lips are drawn tight, and her expression ambiguous, like she's trying to smile but it doesn't quite work.
nepeta is kind, she always has been. possibly too kind, or at least more than kanaya's ever deserved. it's nice that she bore no grudge, but that doesn't necessarily change the fact that she should've have tried harder. even as pointless as it was to think about the bad old days. ]
Well, you will at least. You know none of this will really do me much good like this.
[ she'll have a glass of wine, at least. the color's always nice and nostalgic, though it hardly tastes the same without the blood. it hardly tastes like anything at all, really. ]
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nepeta is kind, she always has been. possibly too kind, or at least more than kanaya's ever deserved. it's nice that she bore no grudge, but that doesn't necessarily change the fact that she should've have tried harder. even as pointless as it was to think about the bad old days. ]
Well, you will at least. You know none of this will really do me much good like this.
[ she'll have a glass of wine, at least. the color's always nice and nostalgic, though it hardly tastes the same without the blood. it hardly tastes like anything at all, really. ]