❰ it's not even that adalia disagrees — if it comes down to letting the inquisition make her a phylactery or kill anyone who tries, she'll kill whoever she has to. but taking it as a foregone conclusion, refusing to even attempt negotiation... that's so harsh. her way or the highway, and the highway is full of bandits who would rather die than lose.
what's worse is she knows plans are being made, and some people have thoughts and ideas... and she's not involved in any of their discussions. she wants to help, but she can't. she's useless, and worthless, and of no good to anyone.
...who knew she'd get so maudlin when drunk. ❱
I don't think I'm sober enough for this, ❰ she admits, her voice small, and after a moment adalia lets herself collapse forward, mashing her face against alacruun's sternum. he smells nice, at least, and his chest is warm through his clothes, and he's so broad it's difficult to feel as though she has anything to really worry about. she's a valuable asset; he'll keep her safe. ❱
Everything is a lot, right now. ❰ her voice is slightly muffled by alacruun's chest. ❱
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Date: 2018-05-14 02:01 am (UTC)what's worse is she knows plans are being made, and some people have thoughts and ideas... and she's not involved in any of their discussions. she wants to help, but she can't. she's useless, and worthless, and of no good to anyone.
...who knew she'd get so maudlin when drunk. ❱
I don't think I'm sober enough for this, ❰ she admits, her voice small, and after a moment adalia lets herself collapse forward, mashing her face against alacruun's sternum. he smells nice, at least, and his chest is warm through his clothes, and he's so broad it's difficult to feel as though she has anything to really worry about. she's a valuable asset; he'll keep her safe. ❱
Everything is a lot, right now. ❰ her voice is slightly muffled by alacruun's chest. ❱