"What are you?" - Dan @ Ana
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ghost of a smile forms slowly at the question, gaze downcast at the cup of java clutched in her hands. she's been asked it so many times and the weariness of having to give an explanation isn't far off, the thought to lie right on it's heels. when she looks back at him, she's aged beyond measure within a few minutes.
❝ depends on the day, honestly. ❞ an apparition. abomination. monster. survivor. a safe place to rest tired bones. an shallow grave. so many adjectives can be used to fill in the blanks and each carries their own weight. ❝ mostly i'm whatever someone else wants me to be that it doesn't matter what i was before meeting them. ❞
camouflage at it's finest right there. mastering how others perceive her had taken a lifetime or two and it's become a second skin to her now that's not so easily removed. arches a brow as she meets his gaze, curious why he would even ask. something's different about this one yet so very familiar to her at the same time.
❝ — what am i to you? ❞
