wants_the_phd: (019)
([personal profile] wants_the_phd) wrote 2025-06-12 08:00 am (UTC)

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Well. Who knows.

[She rests her head on her knees that are drawn up against her bare chest, a sort of wistful look on her face.]

It wasn't heroic, or swift, or traumatic. It didn't happen while saving anyone, or in a dramatic fight, or in pursuit of adventure. It was a slow, inevitable hopelessness as my body fell apart a little more every day, knowing it was going to happen and there was nothing I could do about it.

[She idly caresses his hand, brushing his fingers until their hands are palm to palm. His hand is so much bigger than hers.]

We had enough warning. We made all the necessary preparations... assembled all the materials, summoned the necessary demons... even as I lost my ability to walk on my own.

And when it hurt too much, and I was starting to really suffer... I crawled into his lap, put the knife in his hand, and shut my eyes.

I didn't have to say anything else.

[...she laces her fingers in between his.]

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