And you're unexpectedly sweet with all the thinking worn out of you.
[It's a deflection. She wants to drink in all his unfiltered confessions, but can't bring herself to respond in kind. To acknowledge his importance to her would be to hand over a tiny sliver of power and she doesn't know how to set aside the game long enough for it to be any other way.
He occupies a singular position of respect, set apart from anyone she has ever encountered. Even pleading beneath her or crying against her chest, she respects him. For his mind and how he chooses to use it, for who he is. And yet, to articulate that feels like a concession.
Her own walls are still built too high to trade vulnerabilities, especially with the way he once used them against her.]
no subject
[It's a deflection. She wants to drink in all his unfiltered confessions, but can't bring herself to respond in kind. To acknowledge his importance to her would be to hand over a tiny sliver of power and she doesn't know how to set aside the game long enough for it to be any other way.
He occupies a singular position of respect, set apart from anyone she has ever encountered. Even pleading beneath her or crying against her chest, she respects him. For his mind and how he chooses to use it, for who he is. And yet, to articulate that feels like a concession.
Her own walls are still built too high to trade vulnerabilities, especially with the way he once used them against her.]