( it's only then that she begins to wonder why it was there'd been warning to heed from slipping out in that rain in the first place, that's left both of them with a tongue too willing to find words that had no place venturing out to the others' ears. she can see him attempting to curl back, to slip behind that guard once more, a sort of desperation that almost wishes she'd go on as if she hadn't heard it. she has no right to say she knows what he'd felt, given how little she knows, but it's rippling off of him in suffocating waves, and how she aches to cradle his cheeks in her palms, to tell him he's not as terrible a man as he believes himself to be.
there's a splinter in his tone that begs her to leg it go. let that susurrous pattern of rain around them be blamed for the whisper of things that weren't really there, but she can't. she can't think about him walking away from her after letting her in the way he has, can't think about how the pain ridden across his features would blossom into an anger he doesn't know how to release.
maybe he wants more than anything to slip away from her, maybe he wants to stay but doesn't feel he should; she knows the look he carries, the signature line of it's better off this way. but she's not going to buy it, not now. and she's too stubborn to let him dictate what's best for her, to take away the choice that sits before her as thunder ripples overhead. a glance toward the road that leads to her apartment, tucking lips together before a quiet breath dispels. ) You don't have to leave.
( —but that's not enough. it's not all she wants to say, all that vines itself about her chest, and as she flits her own gaze betwixt each of his hues there's a vulnerability there, not just in him, but written across her all the same. )
no subject
there's a splinter in his tone that begs her to leg it go. let that susurrous pattern of rain around them be blamed for the whisper of things that weren't really there, but she can't. she can't think about him walking away from her after letting her in the way he has, can't think about how the pain ridden across his features would blossom into an anger he doesn't know how to release.
maybe he wants more than anything to slip away from her, maybe he wants to stay but doesn't feel he should; she knows the look he carries, the signature line of it's better off this way. but she's not going to buy it, not now. and she's too stubborn to let him dictate what's best for her, to take away the choice that sits before her as thunder ripples overhead. a glance toward the road that leads to her apartment, tucking lips together before a quiet breath dispels. ) You don't have to leave.
( —but that's not enough. it's not all she wants to say, all that vines itself about her chest, and as she flits her own gaze betwixt each of his hues there's a vulnerability there, not just in him, but written across her all the same. )
—I dont want you to leave.