a. z. fell
She/Her
30
December 21st
Fortree, Hoenn
Bisexual
Surviving
Civillian
i'm just a demon who goes along with hell as far as she can.
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not [M]
POSTED ON Sept 24, 2022 17:11:54 GMT
Quid pro quo, Clarice, because while Cyg had weaseled more information out of Elisa than she’d ever managed to before, Elisa had, unknowingly, put a spotlight on something very personal in turn. Completely by accident, which basically summed up the entirety of their relationship, and wasn’t that a bitch?
Because while Cyg hemmed and hawed over what to do about the frame for Isaac Merlo’s bike, she was also hemming and hawing about what to do about Isaac, in general. Were they dating? Did he even want that? Did she even want that? Was he prepared for the overprotective kaiju monster she was about to unleash on him if he showed up at her door at 3 AM and cried into her shoulder again? Was she prepared?
God damn it, Elisa. God damn it.
“Just. Bike stuff,” she said, making a hand gesture like waving away an annoying insect. “Do I start brand new or do I repurpose an old frame. Both options are fine I’m just not sure if it… cheapens it.”
She didn’t miss the exhaustion in Elisa’s voice, like a leech, draining the energy out. She met her friend’s emerald gaze and tilted her head, giving her a knowing, lecturing look.
“You don’t have to do all of this alone,” she said, and it wasn’t warm, the way she said it, but more admonishing. Because Elisa was a dramatic ass bitch, and Cyg loved her for it, but she had a habit of keeping everyone at arms length. “I know you think you do. Because of your inner demons or your troubled past or-- or whatever. But you really don’t, Elisa.”
She took a long drink, then, and covered a small burp with the back of her hand.
“When it’s time to go wolf hunting, you just let me know.”
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