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❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜

@thoughtbled : / / the world has never been soft, dear heart | accepting ] ]

   ://_ he is nothing if not profound in moments like these, when his mind isn’t wrapped up in the intricacies of The Process or how to move it forward and he can devote attention to something other than his work. Sybil swells at first; for him to speak so freely to her is a sign that things are changing and everything in her hopes it is for the better, though the constant whisper in the back of her mind tells her not to let herself fall victim to yet another uncaring heart. even so she wants to believe, to trust that this is the beginning of something beautiful. 

          ‘ i suppose we do . ‘

          the despair creeps in after, once she’s given his words time to marinate in her mind and she finds herself near tears. Royce is a good man, for all his faults; he’s surely worthy of more than the heavy weight of loneliness. 

          ‘ what if i . . . could share that burden ? you deserve so much, Royce . . . ‘

          for once Sybil is at a loss of what to say, no prettily-crafted assurances coming to her and she wonders if it’s because she doesn’t want this to be false; only the truth for Royce, and she reaches to gently run a thumb along his knuckles.

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@thoughtbled : / / because the world is ending tonight ] ]

   ://_ she is on the floor on her knees when the other presence startles her from her own thoughts; a blessing in disguise though she has no recollection of giving him a key. shreds of tonights program are scattered around her and the carpet is stained with wine from where she’d thrust the glass against the wall-- perhaps there is blood too, but she has gone blind to the smell of it. 

          ‘ how. . . ‘ her voice trembles in the unsteady quiet of her home and she almost reaches out to him but there is hesitation. 

          there is always hesitation where Royce is involved. 

          ‘ how was your work today ? ’ she asks as if she can simply disregard the state of her own affairs, distract him somehow from what she’s become in the wake of losing h e r Red to an undeserving scoundrel with nothing to his name but a set of fists. 

            ‘ certainly you came here seeking something from me ? if so how may i assist you? ‘