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Kendis Crawford-Louel ([personal profile] provokingly) wrote in [personal profile] tintila 2023-02-08 03:27 pm (UTC)

[Kendis shakes her head.] It’s pretty. Mushrooms are gray. Clouds. Kittens can be gray, and everyone knows cats are the most wonderful creatures ever created, so. Pretty. [The ‘so there’ is almost as bright as a neon sign; the challenge is stated if not worded.]

[She pauses. Even she’s not so much of an ass to pop in with something positive after the litany, the prayer of loss, of pain. It actually renders Kendis silent. It makes their tongue feel heavy and stuck, like peanut butter gluing it to the roof of her mouth.

Her breathing comes out hitched and her nose wrinkles, as she swallows roughly. She’s not crying. Kendis isn’t one to cry – but in this moment they wish they were. They had never wanted to scrape open their heart to someone they barely knew in the past as much as they do now in this moment. Maybe it’s because she’s never known such loss in this life. And maybe it’s because there is an ancient part of her that understands it.

Their breath hitches.

And she doesn’t say anything for a moment –] You can’t die with them. Mithiel. [She swallows roughly.] You can scream, destroy, like – like you can waste away. But – [her breath hitches again] You can’t do that with them. You shouldn’t.

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