𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤. lost somewhat, too. body feels no longer like it is her own : strange, unfamiliar. she can taste it. death, grief. most of all fear. it is overtaking her entirely, swallowing her whole. she hates it, despises it, but there’s nothing she can do. a survivor, warrior by heart. but there’s only so much a heart can take. the sound of his voice echoes around, words lingering. a moment passes by, head tilted, dark brown eyes slowly travelling up just to find his. ‘’ how can you just sit back and expect everything to be just . . . fine. don’t you know what he’s capable of? it’s him. klaus. if he finds us... ‘’ unable to finish her sentence, she looks away, jaw tightly clenched together, hands turning into tiny fists. she doesn’t want the fear, the pain to poison her. she’s stronger than that. more importantly, she doesn’t want to be vulnerable. not around him. a smile finds fleshed lips - all pretend, just for show, before a simple nod is given. ‘’ don’t you need rest? i can stay up, i don’t mind. i’m really not that tired. ‘’ truth is, she’s just afraid. afraid of the nightmares. afraid that when she closes her eyes, she’ll never wake up. fear, fear, fear. stronger than her. but she refuses to show it to him, or to anybody else. because fear means you’re weak - and she’s not weak, is she?
