ஐ ( + ) ( aka slap him angela do eet )
❛ — just because you couldn’t protect them, doesn’t mean i can’t save them. ❜
her words are accusatory, frustration boiled over from her own mistakes, her own failures to mend their pains away. time has become her foe & with his urgency to move on do her doubts increase ( can she do her job ? ). her hands are busied, frantic in manner, disheveled, disorganized —- A MESS that grows more complicated until even she is at a loss, sunken with a defeat that grows into anger. eyes lift away from the rows of makeshift cots & she takes a breath ( in & out, in & out ), trailing her sight until they land upon his gun & then to his eyes that look forward, stoic, sound with a judgement she can’t understand.
how is he unfazed --- rid of guilt, of any REACTION to the slowed breaths that sing like old requiems? as if the gunfire has never come to halt, as if the fallen & wounded are but obstacles, feelings to bury away for another day? how could he muster up the nerve to even SHOW UP in a sanctuary saved for those who wished to die with dignity?
her vision is blinded, anger her motive when her hand comes up in a swift motion against his cheek. it fosters a sting across her palm when she pulls away, but the pain goes unnoticed – she feels betrayed & the disappointment held in her voice tells such a tale.
❛ YOU of all people cannot tell me who i can & cannot save. ❜
* SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION / accepting. ஐ = angela giving a big ol slap across the face / @ibellator
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