[For a moment, Amaya is still. She genuinely expects Zvei to leave, truthfully; they certainly have recognized one another, but even she knows that this is a bit too much, truthfully. This is so much, to open her heart to someone who genuinely cannot feel anything. She at least still has all of her negative emotions; Zvei doesn't even have that, and it's so deeply unfair to expect this of him when they're both people who struggle with this. Amaya doesn't know where they stand, other than that she trusts him. And it's strange how she does.
Maybe it is his lack of care; maybe it's the fact that he's so cold and strange and yet so very familiar because it's like looking in a mirror. A distorted one, but one nonetheless. But no, despite everything, he...
He wants to know, and yet he tells her she only needs to share what she's comfortable with. He's curious as ever, but in a way that respects her wishes. Her comfort. Something Amaya has been so, so used to discarding and having taken from her, because her comfort could better serve the masses. Serve her father, serve the people, always serving the people--
Amaya releases a breath she didn't even know she was holding. He even offers to tell her of himself--and she had thought he was an open book. Her mistake, and yet...
She's never felt so seen before. Amaya looks to Zvei, yellow eyes unreadable and strange for a moment while she gathers herself, before she finds herself nodding.]
...If you need me to stop at any point, please say so. I...the things I have gone through, I have been told that they are not for the faint of heart. That they're not things to talk about in polite company or--truthfully, they're things that I would take to the grave if given the option. And at home...I never had it, because they all already know what I've done, and what I am capable of.
But...you don't look at me, like some pathetic child in need of saving. Nor like some shield to hide behind, or a messiah to worship.
So please...believe me when I say you may be the best to discuss this with. [...] And I will ask, in return, about you; I am very curious myself.
But...thank you, Zvei. Let me gather myself a moment.
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necromants) wrote2025-11-01 09:01 pm
1/2. fuck you you get the second part tomorrow
Maybe it is his lack of care; maybe it's the fact that he's so cold and strange and yet so very familiar because it's like looking in a mirror. A distorted one, but one nonetheless. But no, despite everything, he...
He wants to know, and yet he tells her she only needs to share what she's comfortable with. He's curious as ever, but in a way that respects her wishes. Her comfort. Something Amaya has been so, so used to discarding and having taken from her, because her comfort could better serve the masses. Serve her father, serve the people, always serving the people--
Amaya releases a breath she didn't even know she was holding. He even offers to tell her of himself--and she had thought he was an open book. Her mistake, and yet...
She's never felt so seen before. Amaya looks to Zvei, yellow eyes unreadable and strange for a moment while she gathers herself, before she finds herself nodding.]
...If you need me to stop at any point, please say so. I...the things I have gone through, I have been told that they are not for the faint of heart. That they're not things to talk about in polite company or--truthfully, they're things that I would take to the grave if given the option. And at home...I never had it, because they all already know what I've done, and what I am capable of.
But...you don't look at me, like some pathetic child in need of saving. Nor like some shield to hide behind, or a messiah to worship.
So please...believe me when I say you may be the best to discuss this with. [...] And I will ask, in return, about you; I am very curious myself.
But...thank you, Zvei. Let me gather myself a moment.