IT ISN’T THAT HE IS UNACCUSTOMED TO APOLOGIES , the words slipping so easily through his lips within the confines of his family home in the same frequency some hold their daily prayers but here , beyond blood relation and familiarity and the list of things he is usually bowing his head low for ━━━━━ here , he finds the act difficult . pride , normally , would be the tether tying his tongue to the roof of his mouth but in this case / in her case ... it is guilt , shame , the knowledge that her time playing puppet to a vague demon’s whim is something he had a direct hand in .
at this point , he simply desires to be friends / at this point , even that seems a fever dream .
❛ ah , alexis ... ❜ gaze directed elsewhere , down and to the left and focused / unfocused upon the scuffed flooring of the school library ; his tone is quiet , though the setting has little to do with it . ❛ about ... about the society of light , thing , that’s ━━ ❜ swallow . an anxious shift within his seat as his head bows ever lower . ❛ ... i’m sorry . if it wasn’t for me , then ... i’m sure you would’ve been fine , right ? ❜
@angelicyber / ( s.c ) kinda fucked up that the closest i’ve ever felt to you was when i inadvertently dragged you into a cult , huh ?











