03-04-2018, 11:37 PM
Seasil froze and seemed to wilt, too. The anger in her failed to die, but, despite herself, a wash of consideration crossed her face. She slipped off her seat and made her way to the once-human.
Scooting closer to Alstroe’s seat, it felt funny to stand over the significantly taller woman. Nevertheless, Seasil tentatively paused and reached out a hand, offering it to Alstroe’s shoulder, awaiting permission to comfort the human(?) before her.
The silence dragged before she spoke, quietly. “... And y-yet, it st-still happened, you p-pulled from a…” She pursed her lips and looked down, more than a little jealous, “From a well-spring that’s ample and unfettered f-for you…”
Seasil shook her head and looked back at her hand hovering over Alstroe. Her words fell dead in her mouth again. Her opened and closed weakly, as a pang of self-loathing struck her. A sour feeling fed into her core, the anger easily directed to herself. Stop. This isn’t about you, Seasi.
Deciding for herself, she gently-- almost imperceptibly, set it on Alstroe’s shoulder. If she shrugged away, Seasil resolved to immediately withdraw. She wasn’t sure if the hand was there for punctuation, comfort, or something else entirely. Regardless, it helped Seasil ground herself.
While her voice shook, a slight edge of continued anger and a whole lot of regret seemed palpable in the air. As she spoke, the cutting quality faded almost as soon as it began. “F-f-for as much as y-you do h-hurt o-others with th-those promises, Alstroe. C-can you see that the actions you p-put forth, and your words, hurt you t-too? N-no one wins…”
Scooting closer to Alstroe’s seat, it felt funny to stand over the significantly taller woman. Nevertheless, Seasil tentatively paused and reached out a hand, offering it to Alstroe’s shoulder, awaiting permission to comfort the human(?) before her.
The silence dragged before she spoke, quietly. “... And y-yet, it st-still happened, you p-pulled from a…” She pursed her lips and looked down, more than a little jealous, “From a well-spring that’s ample and unfettered f-for you…”
Seasil shook her head and looked back at her hand hovering over Alstroe. Her words fell dead in her mouth again. Her opened and closed weakly, as a pang of self-loathing struck her. A sour feeling fed into her core, the anger easily directed to herself. Stop. This isn’t about you, Seasi.
Deciding for herself, she gently-- almost imperceptibly, set it on Alstroe’s shoulder. If she shrugged away, Seasil resolved to immediately withdraw. She wasn’t sure if the hand was there for punctuation, comfort, or something else entirely. Regardless, it helped Seasil ground herself.
While her voice shook, a slight edge of continued anger and a whole lot of regret seemed palpable in the air. As she spoke, the cutting quality faded almost as soon as it began. “F-f-for as much as y-you do h-hurt o-others with th-those promises, Alstroe. C-can you see that the actions you p-put forth, and your words, hurt you t-too? N-no one wins…”