09-20-2018, 01:23 AM
The full force of the news took a moment to sink in. The protection of Jessika Thrice meant a reprieve; a moment to breathe. Her thoughts buzzed a dozen different avenues given the new luxury of time, then pushed the diversion away -- at least for now. Long enough to tap out a guilty reply, anyway.
Sorry, Cay. Distracted. Should have replied sooner.
The response was immediate; DID YOU NOT READ MY TEXTS WE'RE HERE.
Her heart sank lower than she thought possible, buried under a tide of emotions she'd rather not confront at all, let alone find herself ambushed by. The wallet made another plaintive hum of slow death, and she finally pulled the headphones from her ears. Reality snared her the moment the music faded, the soft cadence of nature's symphony softer than silence. She had not been hiding, exactly, but considered it now.
Shit.
The twist of a weary soul buried her face in her hands, brushed the hair over her head, fell silent. She glared out over the water until the tide ebbed and left her empty. Discovered a small spark of dry tinder within, and realised quite suddenly that she was done running. Which was probably just as well, considering the voice that rang behind. The band tightened across her chest like her lungs forgot to breathe, painful. Everything else plunged deep, acutely aware how vulnerable he'd seen her before. Ugliness he turned away from. Though he was not likely to see her like that again.
She rolled her eyes at the accusation.
Better not to turn; she knew that, and abjectly ignored her own advice. Perhaps because she wanted to endure the tugs against her heart and feel it hurt. Did he have to smile like that? Morbidity stirred in place of true feeling. Because even as a dry smirk plucked her lips, the familiarity in that grin tore her down. "Borrowed. Scouting for suitable places to skinny dip. Obviously."
Sorry, Cay. Distracted. Should have replied sooner.
The response was immediate; DID YOU NOT READ MY TEXTS WE'RE HERE.
Her heart sank lower than she thought possible, buried under a tide of emotions she'd rather not confront at all, let alone find herself ambushed by. The wallet made another plaintive hum of slow death, and she finally pulled the headphones from her ears. Reality snared her the moment the music faded, the soft cadence of nature's symphony softer than silence. She had not been hiding, exactly, but considered it now.
Shit.
The twist of a weary soul buried her face in her hands, brushed the hair over her head, fell silent. She glared out over the water until the tide ebbed and left her empty. Discovered a small spark of dry tinder within, and realised quite suddenly that she was done running. Which was probably just as well, considering the voice that rang behind. The band tightened across her chest like her lungs forgot to breathe, painful. Everything else plunged deep, acutely aware how vulnerable he'd seen her before. Ugliness he turned away from. Though he was not likely to see her like that again.
She rolled her eyes at the accusation.
Better not to turn; she knew that, and abjectly ignored her own advice. Perhaps because she wanted to endure the tugs against her heart and feel it hurt. Did he have to smile like that? Morbidity stirred in place of true feeling. Because even as a dry smirk plucked her lips, the familiarity in that grin tore her down. "Borrowed. Scouting for suitable places to skinny dip. Obviously."