&& . @comebackquartz // cont.’d from x !!
his words nearly fall short to her , head tucked and held tightly between her knees. it’s all new to her; webby had long since grown used to simply watching the OTHER PEOPLE from afar. to be in their presence , knowing how greatly she differs from their normalcy ... it’s just too much for her. years of yearning and imagining walking amongst them couldn’t have even begun to prepare her for the true reality of the situation.
she’d thought she’d be excited , free , and happy. instead , she’s scared , cautious , and on the RUN. and without her grandmother , to add. how is she to trust anyone ?? how is she to know whether they’ll call THEM or not ?? how is she to be sure of safety without her granny’s guidance ?? SHE’S NEVER BEEN ON HER OWN BEFORE.
‘ shfffff ‘
the noise surprises her , though she can easily tell what it is. it’s ... steven -- he’s slid down against the door much like herself. it causes webby to pause in her overwhelming panic. eyes flicker around the bathroom in contemplation , not quite looking at anything.
the desperation in his voice boils down her emotions down to guilt -- gosh , he really does seem like he’s trying. she doesn’t mean to make him grovel and beg ... she’s just ... there’s just ... it’s all ....
❛ ... you pinkie promise ?? ❜ the voice is as small as ever , sniffling noises following it.
