[ Even with Winter's hesitation, the careful and comforting hand on her shoulder almost does her in. She purses her lips, feels her chin rumpling. A few tears fall in her lap as she squeezes her eyes. Despite every reassurance given to her before her arrival here, Marcille is still reconciling with the truth of her situation. There are others like her in the world but they're few and far between, born barren and lonely to parents who will always pass before they do. (It's likely that Marcille's parents didn't understand the repercussions of having a mixed-blood child until it was already too late. She assumes so, anyway. Who would purposely subject their progeny to a fate like this?)
She has time to seek them out, but she'd hoped to implement another solution to this problem. Here, though, she has nothing but her birthday, the promise of going home when LILITH deems her duties done with, and Winter's warm hand on her shoulder.
At least that momentarily distracts her from her despair. Her swirling thoughts come back to the present as she wipes her eyes, sniffs, and looks back at Winter with her red face and puffy eyes. Her eyes well up again. ]
And now... [ She gives a small sob, pressing one eye into the heel of her hand. ] Now I look like a mess in front of you, of all people... And you're being so nice about it!
[ She was already never going to ask Winter out, but this just clinched it. She'll remember doing this tomorrow and never want to leave her room. ]
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She has time to seek them out, but she'd hoped to implement another solution to this problem. Here, though, she has nothing but her birthday, the promise of going home when LILITH deems her duties done with, and Winter's warm hand on her shoulder.
At least that momentarily distracts her from her despair. Her swirling thoughts come back to the present as she wipes her eyes, sniffs, and looks back at Winter with her red face and puffy eyes. Her eyes well up again. ]
And now... [ She gives a small sob, pressing one eye into the heel of her hand. ] Now I look like a mess in front of you, of all people... And you're being so nice about it!
[ She was already never going to ask Winter out, but this just clinched it. She'll remember doing this tomorrow and never want to leave her room. ]