misterwhitewinter:

        _{“I don’t blame you.”}

    _{{his words are sincere, even if more than a little pained. how can she expect him to get angry at her? he’s messed up. he’s heard it before. and even now, he’s still not at the end of his infinite patience for her. everyone’s a bit of a fixer upper, right?}

            _{it’s cold in here, like freezing cold, but he doesn’t turn around to see the ice spreading underneath her heels. if he turned around, then that would mean he’d have to look at her and she’d have to see the tears steadily threatening to fall. he blames the chill on the lead weight in his stomach, on the trembles he can’t quite fight off even as he bows his head again.}}

              _{“Look, you don’t have to feel sorry for me. I get it, alright? I…get it. I’m a screw up.”}

            _{“You should.”}

                     _{{hell, this isn’t what she wants. but she can’t keep herself together all the time let alone fix him. she can’t tell people they’re worth something. then they won’t leave her alone unless they had to. and if he’d just turn around he’d see that the real screw up here is her.}

            <sub>she knows it all too well. she can hide behind money. titles. powers. she can’t hide it from herself. she can’t hide the fear she’d inspire. there’s no way she’s going to explain it with words. when she speaks again it comes out stern, a demanding – 

                                                           "turn around.“</sub>

                                                                                     _{and she waits. she doesn’t care about his reaction. she just wants to get this over with. hopefully then he’ll get it isn’t his fault. she’s never been too good at kind words.}}