I'm always shut down, [ as if she can hear him, likely as it is that she can't, ] whenever I try to say I can do something, I'm told I can't.
[ that she isn't ready, or she has other things to do, or... any excuse under the sun -- not excuse, reason, she knows they're good reasons, she knows they're right, but she would clear her clipboard if only she could step forward with everyone rather than one moment, one minute, one lifetime behind.
his hands wrap around her wrists, but a memory is a memory. elijah does pause, staring down at them before she tries to fill the needle anyway.
but her breathing is quicker, she's been caught, there's a guilty tremble as she flicks her shirking gaze up at gabriel's irritated (is it irritated? why wouldn't it be? she's not supposed to be here, she knows that, he'll tattle and that'll be the end of this, of her, of everything) one and tries to fill the needle anyway. ]
You... sh-shouldn't be here.
[ there's never anyone here. it's always her, a bottle, a needle, and ayin. ]
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[ that she isn't ready, or she has other things to do, or... any excuse under the sun -- not excuse, reason, she knows they're good reasons, she knows they're right, but she would clear her clipboard if only she could step forward with everyone rather than one moment, one minute, one lifetime behind.
his hands wrap around her wrists, but a memory is a memory. elijah does pause, staring down at them before she tries to fill the needle anyway.
but her breathing is quicker, she's been caught, there's a guilty tremble as she flicks her shirking gaze up at gabriel's irritated (is it irritated? why wouldn't it be? she's not supposed to be here, she knows that, he'll tattle and that'll be the end of this, of her, of everything) one and tries to fill the needle anyway. ]
You... sh-shouldn't be here.
[ there's never anyone here. it's always her, a bottle, a needle, and ayin. ]