[ She makes a sound that might have been cynical laughter at inception but comes out as a bleak huff of air, like the breath was gut-punched out of her. When she speaks, it's with the dark tremble of scantly contained emotion. ]
I have chosen you consistently for one year, three months, and thirty days. I sleep in your bed. I spend more time in your company— [ This time, she does manage that ugly laugh, but her scorn is self-directed. ] —I enjoy your company more than anyone else's. These are scraps to you.
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Date: 2026-02-05 05:42 pm (UTC)I have chosen you consistently for one year, three months, and thirty days. I sleep in your bed. I spend more time in your company— [ This time, she does manage that ugly laugh, but her scorn is self-directed. ] —I enjoy your company more than anyone else's. These are scraps to you.