Nothing to take from that response, and nothing to give to him either. Her anger compresses in on itself, cold down to the pit of her, until she's simply sighing.
Sighing at him, at his defenses, still inadequate. She rearranges her strike, taking her elbow down into his crossed arms, letting gravity do all the work through the weight of her. His face is protected, but she bounces his head and shoulders off the mats all the same. She slips off to the slide of his body and onto her feet without pursuing it further, walking away with her back to him. Her mind drifts elsewhere.
She's thinking about weeping for Sam in to his shoulder, and for Ren by herself. What a different girl, the same girl, but-- She's thinking of how little she feels like weeping now. For one moment she thought perhaps she could ignite... anything in Steve, but no. There's nothing there, and has there ever been? She's never wept over Jessica either, how did one grieve for someone they did not even know. ]
Of course not.
[ The dismissive answer a mother gives to a child. She's halfway across the room before seeming to realize she should say something further, glancing over her shoulder, ]
[ He almost calls her back - not to fight or to demand acceptance in place of dismissal - and it's because he doesn't know what it is that he wants to say that he lets his jaw snap shut, the sudden presence of empty space in his heart and mind adding pressure to his chest.
Walls raise back into place and he gets to his feet again. ]
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Nothing to take from that response, and nothing to give to him either. Her anger compresses in on itself, cold down to the pit of her, until she's simply sighing.
Sighing at him, at his defenses, still inadequate. She rearranges her strike, taking her elbow down into his crossed arms, letting gravity do all the work through the weight of her. His face is protected, but she bounces his head and shoulders off the mats all the same. She slips off to the slide of his body and onto her feet without pursuing it further, walking away with her back to him. Her mind drifts elsewhere.
She's thinking about weeping for Sam in to his shoulder, and for Ren by herself. What a different girl, the same girl, but-- She's thinking of how little she feels like weeping now. For one moment she thought perhaps she could ignite... anything in Steve, but no. There's nothing there, and has there ever been? She's never wept over Jessica either, how did one grieve for someone they did not even know. ]
Of course not.
[ The dismissive answer a mother gives to a child. She's halfway across the room before seeming to realize she should say something further, glancing over her shoulder, ]
I think I've seen enough.
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Walls raise back into place and he gets to his feet again. ]