@wlfsm asked: ❝ never mind. some day i’ll explain. ❞
her stare is a heavy and consistent thing, immovable as it bares upon him, something calculating and intent. she doesn’t care for wolves. it’s the muddiness and ache it inflicts on her weary brain, which begs for clarity ( cassandra’s ever shifting vision is a curse as much as it is a gift; it hurts sometimes . . . it scrapes the inside of her skull like knives ). she’s gotten, at least, capable of slightly subduing the sensation. enough to stand here as she is, so close in proximity and still unflinching. almost casual companions. very nearly almost, very distantly almost. “ i don’t like secrets, they put me on edge, ” she says, directed just vaguely past him, spoken aloud as if to no one in particular. no comfort exists quite yet which makes these conversations simple and easy. it is a constant push and pull and push again, and were she not a creature of stone she’d have lost the stamina for it by now. BUT WITHOUT IT ALL, A BURDEN OF A PAST, SHE DOESN’T MIND THE COMPANY. it’s practically welcome. otherwise, she could find a thousand reasons to escape to the comfort of a house of fangs and nothing more. but she stays, willingly so. it all returns to the stare. she, so expert in the art of looking, considers her gut a well - attuned friend of hers. it makes clever judgements. it understands, despite it all, the care this kid holds for his friend. it understands the sincerity of love. a friend of bella’s, while certainly not a friend of alice’s, will be, at least, exempt as an enemy. she smiles, softening the edges of her expression, lessening its severity. “ really. i’d like to hear it, actually. i’ve been told a thousand times that i’m a very talented listener. ”
