... Almost. [ Aglaea is surprised when his assessment stings, but it pleases her that she can still feel pain at all. She lets it coil around her, constricting her throat for a moment, tightening around her ribs. Her fingers clench the soft sheets--the only external sign of discomfort she'll allow. ] But we both know that's not true.
[ Closing her eyes, she wonders what he's thinking, what scenes from the past are replaying in his mind. Is he reminiscing on their youthful romance or their bitter parting? Even now the desire to reach out is stirring inside her, but she has to wonder if that desire is her own or if it's Mnestia stirring at Cerces' presence after so long a parting.
She asks him nothing and expresses none of that. Even if Oronyx's power can turn back the hands of time, some things that break can never be repaired again. ]
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[ Closing her eyes, she wonders what he's thinking, what scenes from the past are replaying in his mind. Is he reminiscing on their youthful romance or their bitter parting? Even now the desire to reach out is stirring inside her, but she has to wonder if that desire is her own or if it's Mnestia stirring at Cerces' presence after so long a parting.
She asks him nothing and expresses none of that. Even if Oronyx's power can turn back the hands of time, some things that break can never be repaired again. ]