illie, sap sipper
she/her
26
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
falling
POSTED ON Jun 17, 2020 23:23:25 GMT
[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]a shaky exhale is breathed into his chest and she's faintly aware that she might be clinging a little too much, holding him a little too tight, but the circumstances are odd in this situation. the gravity of what has happened, of what could have gone wrong and somehow didn't weighs on them both. "thank you," she murmurs again, if only to solidify all of the emotions she feels in this moment. affection, gratitude, love. somehow, he always manages to bring each one out with the smallest of actions. she doesn't miss the way his shoulders seem to settle a little further as he exhales, as if whatever had been weighing on him is slowly evaporating. it leaves his expression calmer, gentler than it had previously been, and the smile that rises to her face is soft in response. "i'm glad, too," she lets out a sigh shortly after. and then, the smile falters and she's glancing down at their hands once more. "some weren't as fortunate." three dead seems to repeat in her mind, her grip on his hand tightening in the process. she's here, safe, with him... but at what cost? "good," illeana murmurs. the circles he traces in her skin comfort her some but there's things he can't fight off, no matter how much he might try. they weigh her down, settling against her shoulders and piling onto the things that have already been existing there. some day, it will prove to be too much. that day could be today or maybe not but eventually, illeana reyes will crumble beneath the pressure. it almost seems inevitable, almost as much as the way her tone tightens in the face of his reassurance. it's suppose to ease her mind, to help support the weight she feels, but instead of the intended effect... all she's left with is a sour taste in her mouth. "there's a lot to be guilty for," she winces at the tone, at the way her words feel clipped and almost harsh. he doesn't deserve that reaction but once it's started, it's difficult to stop. "people lost their lives. they lost their lives for doing their job, for helping me do my job, and i --" she has to stop and collect herself, fight off the tears as they come. they escape her waterlines anyway, rolling down her cheeks in waves. the grip her fingers have around his tightens to an unbearable point and she has to pull her hand away from the comfort he provides. "i lost custos." a beat, a pause, and then a choked sob echo throughout the room. [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie i] text-decoration: underline dotted #E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass]
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