( that's the thing about bodies: just because she's failed to care for its needs doesn't mean they've disappeared, even if — like much of everything, lately — she's lost her enjoyment for the silly, frilly luxuries of pastries and breakfast omlettes. through the blanket of her exhaustion, a sudden hunger pang cramps her stomach, in angry protest of her neglect. )
That depends. Am I going to have to join you in the dining area? My appetite mysteriously disappears when I'm around certain people.
( not because she's responsible, just — it feels like the right thing to say, when you've carelessly forgotten to calculate for another's pain, another's trauma, other than your own. guiltily, she chews on the end of her thumbnail, something lighter in the follow-up, even if she feels more like a sinking stone these days: )
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Hungry?
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That depends. Am I going to have to join you in the dining area?
My appetite mysteriously disappears when I'm around certain people.
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[ As if Erik wasn't paranoid enough, now he's been poisoned. ]
The room beside mine is empty. I could cook.
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( not because she's responsible, just — it feels like the right thing to say, when you've carelessly forgotten to calculate for another's pain, another's trauma, other than your own. guiltily, she chews on the end of her thumbnail, something lighter in the follow-up, even if she feels more like a sinking stone these days: )
You've been keeping secrets from me. You cook?
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[ Charles is a beautiful, permanent presence in his mind now, and Erik isn't exactly complaining. ]
I was alone for a long time. I had to learn.