(would she? there were times arlecchino had thought about hiding in the crowd, quietly and disappearing as she's always done. not letting herself be found with the idea in her head that she ought to avoid overstaying her welcome. would it still count now between them, with faint glimmers of sweet dreams that desire a mind which constantly fights against itself to rest? because that is and how she's always been, fighting her own mind. her own heart. against what would be horrible for any poor soul involved, knowing that she's put herself through such hell.
that is what she's always done by depriving herself of what would be something so basic, so human to most knowing she may never rest soundly. she wouldn't ever see the day that the violent imagery of her deepest dreams might disappear.
but, for a moment....she wants to believe in how thoughtful she looks. the faint glow of red in her wicked pupils, almost like she wonders if she should. arlecchino is many things, and she knows truly were this to happen, it may bring them both more pain. pain which both sides has dealt with enough of. the knave has gone through plenty, but furina has suffered more than that in her centuries of living as another thought on her mind.
after a little more of her thinking, she sighs. it sounds deeper than usual with a frown on those rosy lips. another part of her usual, too. whatever shall she do? would furina even back down? no. she doubts that, this girl has proven her stubborn streak can be an asset whenever she deems it necessary to use that against anyone.)
I apologize, but I would think it best that I am not sought out any further. There is a cost one must pay in life for most things, and I am certain that it would do more harm than good were you to go deeper.
(yes, that's better to say. careful and calm. a warning, one she means in how those odd pupils glow. almost like the spider is carefully circling what it thinks is prey. or does this sound more cruel for herself? that's up for interpretation. it doesn't mean she would stop furina from trying were she to mean that, but she would give this as her only warning until whatever day comes which would show her what a terrible idea that is.
that's how it should be, for someone like her.)
However, I will not stop you if you decide to against my warning.
(because giving her a fair chance to make her decision with is better, she would see as others had what sort of mistake this will be. not a soul could dare pierce that ill omen which hangs heavily on her shoulders. a burden in which many might have gone mad from, and madder yet in an insanity driven by losing what could be their one and only. be it family, friends, or something more than that. arlecchino does, however, say nothing more on the gifts.
she might just as easily stop sending them after tonight, no matter the outcome. to keep some form of distance as a means of providing safety from how she is. no matter how mundane she can be, she's still a devil and a spider prowling this world. like that one she attempted to raise until it passed away.)
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that is what she's always done by depriving herself of what would be something so basic, so human to most knowing she may never rest soundly. she wouldn't ever see the day that the violent imagery of her deepest dreams might disappear.
but, for a moment....she wants to believe in how thoughtful she looks. the faint glow of red in her wicked pupils, almost like she wonders if she should. arlecchino is many things, and she knows truly were this to happen, it may bring them both more pain. pain which both sides has dealt with enough of. the knave has gone through plenty, but furina has suffered more than that in her centuries of living as another thought on her mind.
after a little more of her thinking, she sighs. it sounds deeper than usual with a frown on those rosy lips. another part of her usual, too. whatever shall she do? would furina even back down? no. she doubts that, this girl has proven her stubborn streak can be an asset whenever she deems it necessary to use that against anyone.)
I apologize, but I would think it best that I am not sought out any further. There is a cost one must pay in life for most things, and I am certain that it would do more harm than good were you to go deeper.
(yes, that's better to say. careful and calm. a warning, one she means in how those odd pupils glow. almost like the spider is carefully circling what it thinks is prey. or does this sound more cruel for herself? that's up for interpretation. it doesn't mean she would stop furina from trying were she to mean that, but she would give this as her only warning until whatever day comes which would show her what a terrible idea that is.
that's how it should be, for someone like her.)
However, I will not stop you if you decide to against my warning.
(because giving her a fair chance to make her decision with is better, she would see as others had what sort of mistake this will be. not a soul could dare pierce that ill omen which hangs heavily on her shoulders. a burden in which many might have gone mad from, and madder yet in an insanity driven by losing what could be their one and only. be it family, friends, or something more than that. arlecchino does, however, say nothing more on the gifts.
she might just as easily stop sending them after tonight, no matter the outcome. to keep some form of distance as a means of providing safety from how she is. no matter how mundane she can be, she's still a devil and a spider prowling this world. like that one she attempted to raise until it passed away.)
C'est votre choix si vous dΓ©cidez de ne pas le garder Γ l'esprit.