relationships | poppy wright/alex nilsen
rating | g
chapters | 1/1
word count | 2534
features | emotional hurt/comfort, casual sax
for | @daylightspeaks
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"Ah, but see, that’s where favoritism makes you soft, my friend. Emotional dodgeball is an essential skill. A shift to the left, a smidge to the right, nobody beats you bloody.” Alex looks like he might cry a little now. Or smash his fist repeatedly into the nearest somewhat malleable object. He takes a breath, though, settles for scowling darkly instead. “You should’ve never, not once, had to train yourself to do that.” She blinks rapidly, moisture leaving her lashes with the motion. “That’s life. I just haven’t needed to defend myself in a few years, since you – ” a small sob transforms into a sharp inhale “ – became a permanent fixture in my world. Actually, I forgot I might need to. I could pretty much finish her thought for her, you know? At least the main idea. But it was so much more horrendous than my muscle memory was prepared to absorb. Her delivery was so damn calm and rational. That might’ve been the worst part.”
Or: Poppy Wright is very secure. Unless someone decides to punch holes in her armor right where the damage will be greatest.
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