❝ sometimes i think it’s getting better, and then it gets much worse. ❞ / from mika !!
@flitfate , meme , accepting.
the soft echo of krul’s voice reverberates throughout the room—– a gentling thing, kin to that of a hummed whisper in the face of mika’s distress. it is, afterall, a problem, she can no longer sympathize too keenly on. though, the sentiment of it all is not completely lost on her —- even now as her maw curls into the smallest semi-balances of UNDERSTANDING that she can deliver onto the boy.
it’s with a tendril of familiarity, —- that small spark of trust that had been all but snuffed out in the wake of many only to be rekindled in him. does she find herself approaching. coming forward until the heels of her boots are well seated against the ceramic tiles of the room; just a few mere inches away from his crown.
lithe fingers weave into silk tresses. smoothing out the gathering knots in a motion that’s become clandestine for them over those short couple of years. —– a means to extinguish the apparent ache singing through his core.
“ah, but mika, isn’t that the price you’ve subjected yourself into paying? ——- these trifling human emotions. that needless rise and fall? but i suppose that’s beyond the point you’re trying to make. so, do go on —– tell me what’s eating away at you.”