you can't do everything by yourself. / to satine from matches <3
" oh really? " the two of you, tall in an old historic building, take up much of your personal office. it's lit with warm lights & would be a comforting place were papers not scattered around your desk & were the room not so small when you are in it together. you bring yourself to sit on the edge of your desk, one leg crossed over the other with a mimicked motion on your arms. your chin is raised as you stare @loneheir down: your gaze is hard to avoid, blue & piercing. " if i don't then who will? " it's a genuine question that, when asked, softens your features. the effects of zidler seem to still linger beneath your skin ( you are, you will always be: his sparkling diamond, the weight of the moulin bared on your shoulders / as he wanted, so he shall get ).
" i turned the moulin into what it is today, i flipped it around, i turned it on gotham's head. " your tone is shaky, & the lack of sleep is staring to settle as you realize how much your shoulders hurt, how your eyes struggle to stay open. " i'm the one sofia is upset with, i'm the one who took it on myself to take care of these women & trade secrets. " now you laugh out of frustration, head bowed down for a moment. " & you can't help, that's not your job, that's not who you are. " the smile drops, you stand in silence... you realize you're so terribly tired. " i have to do everything by myself, i have to. "











