But it's not, really, okay. They don't have a lot to hide, per se, but most of what's been coming out of their mouth has been far from the sort of thing you should tell someone you've only just met. They can't pretend there isn't a temptation in that. Wonderland won't let them.
There's a struggle, a brief pulling at the edges of their chest, the creases of their pinched eyes, but eventually the words fight their way out. No protests, and no second chances. Just the same quiet acceptance they've gotten so good at maintaining.
no subject
But it's not, really, okay. They don't have a lot to hide, per se, but most of what's been coming out of their mouth has been far from the sort of thing you should tell someone you've only just met. They can't pretend there isn't a temptation in that. Wonderland won't let them.
There's a struggle, a brief pulling at the edges of their chest, the creases of their pinched eyes, but eventually the words fight their way out. No protests, and no second chances. Just the same quiet acceptance they've gotten so good at maintaining.
"...okay."