[Another firm, equally pointed sigh of his name before she frees his wrist from her grip.
How does she even say what it is that she wants to? How does she begin to admit that the emotions are what frighten her? That make her pull back and then away from him? Admitting to fear is like admitting defeat, and the last thing that Benedikta wants is to be either. To feel like she has no more control over herself, and that is exactly what it is when they begin to take her over.
Her mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes when all the words tangle on her tongue, if they even make it there. Saying it all aloud is one thing, but saying it to Cidolfus is another... After six years of hating him and hating everything he represented, that paragon of good, telling him that she loves him so much still that it frightens her... what words are there to convey that?]
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[Another firm, equally pointed sigh of his name before she frees his wrist from her grip.
How does she even say what it is that she wants to? How does she begin to admit that the emotions are what frighten her? That make her pull back and then away from him? Admitting to fear is like admitting defeat, and the last thing that Benedikta wants is to be either. To feel like she has no more control over herself, and that is exactly what it is when they begin to take her over.
Her mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes when all the words tangle on her tongue, if they even make it there. Saying it all aloud is one thing, but saying it to Cidolfus is another... After six years of hating him and hating everything he represented, that paragon of good, telling him that she loves him so much still that it frightens her... what words are there to convey that?]
It is when I start to... feel things...
[Fucking hell.]