[ It's the tender agony of being seen by another person. Andy knows it — and sometimes she's hated it more than anything. Sometimes she could barely stand it, almost preferring to flay herself out of her own skin that to be vulnerable in front of another person. But then there were other times. Times when being perceived in all her terrible, broken glory is the only thing that kept her desperate loneliness at bay. The only thing that made her feel real. Solid. It gave her something to hold, to save her from drowning.
She doesn't know which it is for Emily. But maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe there's a lot that doesn't matter when Emily puts her hand over Andy's. The world becomes very small, just then. Anchored to that one spot of contact. And when she whispers out that fragile plea, it feels for a moment like there's nothing she wouldn't do to answer it. To help.
Centuries, she's been like this. Sentimental. Weak to the whims of her heart. How could she possibly leave now? How could she ever stop caring? ]
Em...
[ It's a low murmur. Those piercing eyes now hide beneath half-lowered lashes, softening her gaze as she reaches with her other hand to gently nudge Emily under her chin — coaxing her ever so carefully to look at her. ]
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She doesn't know which it is for Emily. But maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe there's a lot that doesn't matter when Emily puts her hand over Andy's. The world becomes very small, just then. Anchored to that one spot of contact. And when she whispers out that fragile plea, it feels for a moment like there's nothing she wouldn't do to answer it. To help.
Centuries, she's been like this. Sentimental. Weak to the whims of her heart. How could she possibly leave now? How could she ever stop caring? ]
Em...
[ It's a low murmur. Those piercing eyes now hide beneath half-lowered lashes, softening her gaze as she reaches with her other hand to gently nudge Emily under her chin — coaxing her ever so carefully to look at her. ]
I want to. I've always wanted to.