( ! ) ♡ [ we all have secrets, don’t we? ]
it must be so exhausting. gwen weighs this while taking in prince & his hefty burdens. she’d never felt the expectation of silence or stoicism. in childhood & life at large, she was completely permitted the whole expanse of her ever - changing emotions — her reserved moments serving as respite or nicety to strangers & acquaintances, but never her default. @zkuo’s world, in contrast, was all dark halls, averted gazes. the smoke of whispers behind ornate doors. ❛❛ we don’t have to. ❜❜ it’s an offer, but feminine authority makes it simple fact. they didn’t. gwen lays her heart in every palm of every friend with fervent enthusiasm. in her naivety, the assumption that the openness was mutual. all trust, all love. ❛❛ you, me, harry. we’re friends. you can open up the iron fence a little. ❜❜
