@elaison sent: we obsess. it’s in our nature.
❛❛ oh, but of course. although i find obsess to be quite a strong word — i’d much prefer fixate. ❜❜ something decidedly arch tugs at ruby mouth, tucks itself into the folds of asymmetrical slant. she finds it fascinating, the machinations of language, its own slice of sorcery. in the pursuit of obfuscation, the ductile filaments of speech are fashioned to fit the will of man. [ it is the sort of cowardice she might don with ease, like a knight to chainmail. ]
delicate fingers, pale as porcelain though not nearly as frangible, lift a cup of steaming tea to her lips, momentarily divesting her of simper. when it returns, pleasant as ever, its curve is outfitted in the satin of acuity. ❛❛ i would like your opinion on the matter, doctor — call it a boon to my curiosity. ❜❜ fine china rings a subtle chime, replaced on its saucer. ❛❛ there are those who say that it hardly matters, what we fixate on in our heads, so long as they don’t escalate into perilous actions. would you find that you agree? ❜❜
