@roamanova
❝What do you see when you look at me?❞ Her tone was crisp with a sincerity that perhaps only few like Natasha could recognize as something sacred. Vulnerability with anyone was terrifying to her, an open invitation to the judgement and condescension of others; even those dearest to her core. Yet, in spite of all that, Carol had grown in the recent years. Or so she told herself.
❝...I’m not trying to trick you or anything, Nat. I just... want your outlook, I guess.❞ Fear encroached behind her words, threatening to overtake, but she kept a cordial face and tone. Part of her felt bad about this, abruptly thrusting a heavy enough quandary on her friend, not having chatted with her for more than five minutes on the balcony before doing so. But then, she supposed this was always the level of comfort she felt with Natasha.
She understood, more than most, to be looked at and perceived as everything other than being “just a woman”. As if it was a damn character flaw, these days.
