That in and of itself is enough to lift the corners of their lips slightly, a warmth like another SOUL cupped around theirs blossoming in their chest with an unfurling scarlet light. Their eyes hood, crinkling at the edges, and their hand clenches at the material of sweater at their chest in a scrunched-up moment of something almost like pride.
They're changing the subject. But they don't have any reason to keep clawing open the old wound like this, do they?
"It's not enough that I'm just...supposed to be untouched from this." Their hands drift to their kneecaps. The motion stops, abortive, and creeps over to the threads of their sweater instead, picking at the fraying edges of their sleeves. That's better. Less destructive.
"I want you to be too. I want you to know that you can be loved, too, despite your imperfections. That you are."
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That in and of itself is enough to lift the corners of their lips slightly, a warmth like another SOUL cupped around theirs blossoming in their chest with an unfurling scarlet light. Their eyes hood, crinkling at the edges, and their hand clenches at the material of sweater at their chest in a scrunched-up moment of something almost like pride.
They're changing the subject. But they don't have any reason to keep clawing open the old wound like this, do they?
"It's not enough that I'm just...supposed to be untouched from this." Their hands drift to their kneecaps. The motion stops, abortive, and creeps over to the threads of their sweater instead, picking at the fraying edges of their sleeves. That's better. Less destructive.
"I want you to be too. I want you to know that you can be loved, too, despite your imperfections. That you are."