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itstillhurt) wrote2022-11-21 01:49 am
itstillhurt) wrote2022-11-21 01:49 amSongerein IC Inbox
Do not waste my time. It is more valuable to me than you are.
itstillhurt) wrote2022-11-21 01:49 am
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( He snaps back, this time, the complex emotions twisting into anger as they usually do with him. He's been better with it lately, but sensitive topics always seem to bring up so much strong emotion that it's suffocating, confusing. He gets upset, and he gets angry. A defense.
He doesn't know how to express his full thoughts here properly. Not yet. )
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[It slips out reflexively. Uncontrolled. Sloppy. She realizes, after a moment, that her vision is blurring with tears, that her breathing is harsh and her heartrate is spiking again. She tries to tame it, tries to control the breathing, to restrain the tears, ignore the clenching sensation in the pit of her stomach, but it's like she has no control- her own body betraying her, her emotions betraying her, again, it's infuriating-]
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Something aches in his chest at the sight, but even when he parts his lips, he can't come up with anything to say. )
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Was it fear? Anger? Contempt? She can't even tell. She just knows that look makes everything even worse, makes control slip further from her grasp, and she's supposed to be better than this, she's Azula, why can't she-
"Sooner or later-
No.
they all realize what you are-"
Shut up-
"Then they-"
Shut up shut up shut up shut-]
Well? Say something!