[Well...She does seem interested in the performance, especially any numbers that showcase dance choreography. There's an obvious glint in her eyes when she watches those large, showy performances.
It's a show to savor, so she waits a while before even thinking about interrupting it again. She leans forward a little before glancing over.]
Are you all right, dear? The last few days carry a heavy weight.
[ Siffrin glances back at her when she asks the question, wringing their gloved hands under their cloak.
(You try not to think about how you wish that something real could touch you. Even if it does cause you pain. At least the pain reminds you that you’re real.) ]
I’m… I’m okay. Just… been having a hard time sleeping, I guess.
[Would they like to know? She debates it quietly for a moment.]
Is it because you would find it more comforting knowing that something was really there? The uncertainty, for me, makes it easier and easier for doubt to creep into the hairline cracks...like a cold draft.
[ Of course they knew what they meant, but to have it spelled it out for him is... shameful, in a way. Comforting, in another. They nod, hiding into their cloak. ]
I don't know what to trust.
[ What if he has suddenly lost his mind? Who would be able to prove him otherwise? ]
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siffrin i just groaned out loud
It's a show to savor, so she waits a while before even thinking about interrupting it again. She leans forward a little before glancing over.]
Are you all right, dear? The last few days carry a heavy weight.
looks away. also cw for mild self harm allusion
[ Siffrin glances back at her when she asks the question, wringing their gloved hands under their cloak.
(You try not to think about how you wish that something real could touch you. Even if it does cause you pain. At least the pain reminds you that you’re real.) ]
I’m… I’m okay. Just… been having a hard time sleeping, I guess.
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Or is it this damnable feeling of never being left quite alone?
1/2
[ The response is blurted out like a frustrated grumble. ]
2/2
(Oh stars, now look what you’ve done.)]
Sorry, I uh. I don’t know what I meant by that.
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[Would they like to know? She debates it quietly for a moment.]
Is it because you would find it more comforting knowing that something was really there? The uncertainty, for me, makes it easier and easier for doubt to creep into the hairline cracks...like a cold draft.
[Best to just be on guard against them, always.]
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[ Of course they knew what they meant, but to have it spelled it out for him is... shameful, in a way. Comforting, in another. They nod, hiding into their cloak. ]
I don't know what to trust.
[ What if he has suddenly lost his mind? Who would be able to prove him otherwise? ]