astrollogus
His anger does not settle just yet. He waits for something, anything to come out of the small, delicate figure. One, two, three seconds in- and he’s already growing impatient! She had retorted to nothing but the deafening silence, which spoke much louder than any word she could have said. “Well? Say something!” The gem demands, his voice still reeking of hostility. Was she mocking him- pitying him, perhaps? No, it wasn’t her, but rather him.
He holds no realization of the weight in his words, how they affect the unyielding soldier who does not let her heartbreak slip through. Rather, she remains silent – not even a glance was spared, as she crosses her slender arms. Now she stands as a porcelain doll, obedient to the violent rush of emotions that had put her into place.
It was if they had only just met, with nothing exchanged between the two- causing Black star’s expression to break. Only then did he realize the cruelty of his words, the guilt that sunk in being excruciatingly painful. “… Dio, I...” There was a pause. Even he was not sure on what to make of himself, as he glances away for only a brief moment.
“… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean– I was just…” No excuses, you know better than this. Looking back to her with a softened expression, there comes a sigh. “I had let my frustration get the best of me again- for that, I apologize.”
you knew better than to speak your mind ! you knew better than to become so comfy in this position. you HAD to test the boundaries . . .
so you wont speak your mind now. you had tried to tread the line of the rebels, basking in their free will. you should thank him for reminding you of where you belong ! you don’t want to become defective do you ? the thought alone brought you further into your shell --- AFRAID . to be a defective . . . while it was lined in your destiny, it’s your FEAR. shattering . . . hasn’t that been what you were always avoiding ?
so when his apologies hit your ears, you know better than to let your guard down. his reminder to you will stick with you, keep you on guard. all you give is a small dip of your head. after, your strides bring you to the console of the ship, slender digits bringing forth documents.
‘ we should go back to the kindergardens of this planet. ‘ you gently remind him of his duties. your duties. you were never meant to be a friend to him.
your hands are once more neatly in front of your skirt, waiting for him to sit & pilot the ship --- as it always was supposed to be.










