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( her face scrunches at the gesture. he definitely does that regarding her a lot. )
i'm sure she loved you. i always wished i had a little sister.
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awww.
( a warm giggle, imagining the sight: tall, lanky jax, & a little girl. reminds her of her brother when things were a little sweeter . . . the good parts. )
were you two close?
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( she tries not to look at them as they speak. she knows how it feels to be seen in those moments, too much, too much. )
aww. you have a sister . . ?
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( she internalizes his switches all too well. she said the right thing. she said the wrong thing. she was being good. she was being bad.
& to think he probably thinks the same about himself when it comes to her . . . )
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( she stares at him with atomic pits for eyes, both big-eyed & all-too-readable. then, squeaks as she's jostled around; how pathetically easy she can be maneuvered. just like her real body.
but she snuggles into him, ribbons seeping between his back & the mattress. )
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( she shrinks away as he shifts closer. she never knows how to respond to the incongruity of his words, but . . .
maybe he did mean it. that he would kill anyone who did that to her.
. . . )
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( with his smile, her heart sinks, watching helplessly as his expression changes. part of her feels like she can't breathe. she tries a slow breath, ribcage lightly inflating before releasing. )
it's okay. at least i . . . won't have to worry about him anymore, right?
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( she covers her face with one of her flimsy ribbons to hide her embarrassment. now he's teasing her!
but at the question, she begins to nervously fidget.
he won't like this answer. )
i, ah, had a brother . . .
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( the first comment makes her chuckle, a little reminder of the years between them. but some days, she feels so much younger than him . . . which was frustrating, considering how immature he could be.
but he had his moments of wisdom. rare, but there. )
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