83 (wrapped meme) - from wesley (@gccdwitch) Whatever - Alex Coles
"It's whatever.” Despite Clemencia’s best efforts to seem dismissive of the fact her hand was seemingly flickering in and out of existence because she was anxious, the fact that Wesley had noticed was only making her more anxious. Still, she takes a deep breath out of habit, resting the hand on the table as she tries to reground herself. “I’m sorry I keep doing this though, I know it’s not fair.” Not that she had any control over the fact she vanished whenever she was emotionally overwhelmed, although vanished wasn’t quite accurate - frozen in place, unable to be perceived, stuck there until her emotions calmed down only to learn months, years, decades, had passed her. Perhaps it was exhausting for him to know her because of it, but it was exhausting to be her as well, and yet no matter how hard she worked at emotional regulation, the risk always lingered over her head. “How’s your coffee?”