[ there's a frustration comes of saying something that makes perfect sense, and getting this back —
most days, riftwatch don't sit so odd. a year ago, and still fumbling for context, cedric wasn't surprised to find himself surprised. open schedules, loose orders, and every other word felt a foreign tongue. but now and again he hears still it: that gap stretched between his life, and this borrowed one. ]
Yeah. [ because what the fuck else is he supposed to say? ] Now I know I weren't losing my shit. Know I can handle it.
[ for his own good. there's a frustration comes out of that phrase, out of kind mouths; the mirror shattered underhand. been a lot done for his own good. had so much good, sometimes he chokes on it. ]
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most days, riftwatch don't sit so odd. a year ago, and still fumbling for context, cedric wasn't surprised to find himself surprised. open schedules, loose orders, and every other word felt a foreign tongue. but now and again he hears still it: that gap stretched between his life, and this borrowed one. ]
Yeah. [ because what the fuck else is he supposed to say? ] Now I know I weren't losing my shit. Know I can handle it.
[ for his own good. there's a frustration comes out of that phrase, out of kind mouths; the mirror shattered underhand. been a lot done for his own good. had so much good, sometimes he chokes on it. ]