mute_pen
"He was pretending such civility. I thought I could put him off. I couldn't."
mute_pen
"Does he really think on some level that I - that we - that -" She can't finish the sentence.
growcrooked
"I don't think he cares. About anything. He just wants us to play along, and if we don't, he makes us."
mute_pen
"Tell me what I need to do," Etty says in a low voice, "that you can promise and mean it - tell me who I need to be -"
growcrooked
"...I don't think I can do that," she says. "You're already yourself, and I love you, don't I? I just don't know how to make promises about it."
mute_pen
Etty scrunches in on herself a bit more.
"I hope my wing is okay in the morning," she murmurs, cradling her hurt elbow.
"I hope my wing is okay in the morning," she murmurs, cradling her hurt elbow.
mute_pen
"I don't either. But if it is I can -" She shakes her head ruefully. "Try flying."