Thin enough that she is moments away from losing it altogether when something stops her. Her pace is brought to a crawl, and something in her expression shifts as she catches it. Catches that one word that gives a whole new meaning to tonight's utterly foolish ongoings. )
Again?
( The man's eyes squeeze shut, as if he wants to will this all away like some bad dream. His unsteadiness is true, as is his contrition and his fear. Emilia wonders how much of tonight was about the proposal, and how much of it was recklessness born from this fear. Her gaze lifts to Wrath as Alvize speaks.
"Don Bonaccorso's always protected us, always. She wasn't supposed to come back. Not after what she did. Why did she come back?" )
no subject
Thin enough that she is moments away from losing it altogether when something stops her. Her pace is brought to a crawl, and something in her expression shifts as she catches it. Catches that one word that gives a whole new meaning to tonight's utterly foolish ongoings. )
Again?
( The man's eyes squeeze shut, as if he wants to will this all away like some bad dream. His unsteadiness is true, as is his contrition and his fear. Emilia wonders how much of tonight was about the proposal, and how much of it was recklessness born from this fear. Her gaze lifts to Wrath as Alvize speaks.
"Don Bonaccorso's always protected us, always. She wasn't supposed to come back. Not after what she did. Why did she come back?" )