[ the kiss to the forehead stills her heart for a millisecond, and her pink pupils gleam to match the light blush spreading across her cheeks. but quickly, she swallows down the bashfulness and resumes the cooking, and thankfully, all that needs to be done now is to pour the crab meat salad onto their loafs.
she wants to shake her head and tell him everything is fine, but again, that would be dishonest. but would lying to her father be okay if it means it's for the greater good? he deserves to be happy, and he is a way older adult and should be allowed to do whatever he wants.
even if it means things grow dire for her. but it'll be whatever, because silco knows best. he always does. no matter what. so there's no point in questioning or have doubt. but then why does she feel so uncomfortable about this new change? why is she so nervous about it? maybe she just... needs time to adjust? maybe that's it. or maybe she has a right to be cautious because of her curse and the way her life seems to enjoy toying with her. ]
I was just... [ a pause. ] — listening to my head. That's all.
[ because her thoughts and her voices are colliding to make one big ruckus in her noggin. and frankly, they haven't silenced since the treehouse. ]
action;
she wants to shake her head and tell him everything is fine, but again, that would be dishonest. but would lying to her father be okay if it means it's for the greater good? he deserves to be happy, and he is a way older adult and should be allowed to do whatever he wants.
even if it means things grow dire for her. but it'll be whatever, because silco knows best. he always does. no matter what. so there's no point in questioning or have doubt. but then why does she feel so uncomfortable about this new change? why is she so nervous about it? maybe she just... needs time to adjust? maybe that's it. or maybe she has a right to be cautious because of her curse and the way her life seems to enjoy toying with her. ]
I was just... [ a pause. ] — listening to my head. That's all.
[ because her thoughts and her voices are colliding to make one big ruckus in her noggin. and frankly, they haven't silenced since the treehouse. ]