Not all of them are true, but there's none I wouldn't do.
[ she's versatile in her own way for reasons that he mentioned and more. it's the combination of the comfort the pillows give and the things she wants to protect that she'll add after some thought although she makes it sound more like an afterthought: ]
For how much you know about me, would you believe me if I said I'd come back to you and come to love you after you discarded me? Do you think I'd forgive so easily?
[ not the medea he knows. but, at the same time, if there is anyone who comprehends the complexity of love. ] But, other people can't see love beyond their own definitions of it, you know. As much as someone wants to resent someone, for example, their emotions may not actually follow suit.
[ his answer makes her laugh a little, something soft with a tinge of incredulity. ]
You're right. [ she wouldn't. she can't disagree with what he says next either. she's experienced that herself, but she won't touch on that now. ] That's part of why someone thinks I'll crawl back to him.
[ despite how indifferent he could be, it's also a simple fact that he's never really adopted that stance with many of the people here. medea, included. for all he knew of her, he'd like to think they've both been honest in their own way.
or that's how he's choosing to read it. ] I'm guessing they deserve to be left in the dust?
[ the maze pushes them to be more sincere and honest and even if it goes against her nature, even if she cannot speak anything so straightforward about how important psyche is to her, there isn't much she wouldn't do to save someone she can't help but believe in.
even if she does think rafayel can be annoying, it is less grating to reveal certain things to him. ]
He deserves to suffer in the dust, a thousand times over.
there aren't many medea has ever had this reaction too. it's hard for him not to believe it's correlated, and so he lets out a sound of comprehension. ] I take your word for it. Is that the guy you talked about last time? [ "guy" ]
This might just be my personal belief, but I think everyone receives the judgment they ultimately deserve. [ ... ] Not that it means it comes without effort. [ he doesn't believe in karma as much as he does in making karma. ]
[ he does wonder if it's too direct a question, but him feeling so relaxed in the pillows, he can't deny that it sort of just comes out. he fixes his position, his leg touching hers. ]
[ he is being so audacious between his question and his leg touching hers, but more people should dare with medea if they want a semblance of friendship or otherwise. it is the comfort of the location and the way the conversation has gone that she chooses to shift just a little bit closer to him. ]
[ lol, but he doesn't seem to mind either. he can tell that medea was also permitted this distance for whatever reason, and so he also wouldn't miss his chance. ] Maybe just to be remembered by a certain someone. I don't know if I told you this, but there's someone I really wanted to reunite with.
But, funny thing is... they didn't know who I was. [ lol. ]
I was wondering how honest you'd be. Don't find it so funny you hurt yourself over it.
[ for someone whose entire life was consumed by the ambition to be someone who'd leave a mark in history, the thought of not being remembered is something she'd hate. that may not be what she wants anymore, at least not in the way she wanted it as a child, but...
that's rough, buddy. it's not a sentiment she'd tell him in so many words, but she sighs. ]
I'll match your ambition. [ ... ] What I want is the power to protect the people that I choose. It's a little too sentimental for me.
Then try not to laugh too hard along with me, yeah?
[ but, he does quiet down when she admits what she desires. it isn't so much that it's unexpected. for all he does know of medea, he is also aware there is this other side to her, one she reserves for a select few, and that remain obscure from most people's view.
he gives a small hum of comprehension. ] I don't think so. I think it's just sentimental enough.
But, protecting someone else is sometimes harder than protecting yourself.
but at his next words, medea lifts a hand to brush her knuckles gently against his cheek, a gesture of appreciation for listening to her softer moments and not judging too much. it's a brief touch before she withdraws her hand, a silent thanks. ]
The stakes are higher when you have to think about other people, but that's the path I'm choosing.
[ more than being good or bad or being better, the path she wants to take is one where the people she cares about will be alive. ]
he gives her a look, but he does get over it pretty quickly. especially as he feels her hand on his cheek. at first, rafayel's brows raise slightly, his eyes widened in subtle surprise. it's an unfamiliar gesture, but he makes it a point not to pull back. instead, his eyes close briefly, his head tilting delicately into her palm. at least, before she removes her hand. ]
The more arduous the path, the more beautiful the end. That's what people say, anyway. [ ... ] It sounds like you won't regret it, at least.
Yeah, you're right. Honestly, I still think I could regret it down the line...
But, I'm also okay with that. [ he does lean his shoulder against hers, as if to emphasize that maybe they could be brave together. no, they had no choice but to. at least for the people in their lives. π£ ]
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[ she's versatile in her own way for reasons that he mentioned and more. it's the combination of the comfort the pillows give and the things she wants to protect that she'll add after some thought although she makes it sound more like an afterthought: ]
For how much you know about me, would you believe me if I said I'd come back to you and come to love you after you discarded me? Do you think I'd forgive so easily?
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[ not the medea he knows. but, at the same time, if there is anyone who comprehends the complexity of love. ] But, other people can't see love beyond their own definitions of it, you know. As much as someone wants to resent someone, for example, their emotions may not actually follow suit.
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You're right. [ she wouldn't. she can't disagree with what he says next either. she's experienced that herself, but she won't touch on that now. ] That's part of why someone thinks I'll crawl back to him.
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or that's how he's choosing to read it. ] I'm guessing they deserve to be left in the dust?
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even if she does think rafayel can be annoying, it is less grating to reveal certain things to him. ]
He deserves to suffer in the dust, a thousand times over.
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there aren't many medea has ever had this reaction too. it's hard for him not to believe it's correlated, and so he lets out a sound of comprehension. ] I take your word for it. Is that the guy you talked about last time? [ "guy" ]
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[ she'll admit it freely enough and she doesn't mind calling him just a guy. even if she hates that guy. ]
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Something tells me you'll figure it out.
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It's on the way to my goal. I'd be disappointed in myself if I didn't manage it.
[ even if she'll probably die if she doesn't manage it. ]
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[ he does wonder if it's too direct a question, but him feeling so relaxed in the pillows, he can't deny that it sort of just comes out. he fixes his position, his leg touching hers. ]
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It will be an answer for an answer.
[ even cozy, she won't reveal things for free. ]
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[ lol, but he doesn't seem to mind either. he can tell that medea was also permitted this distance for whatever reason, and so he also wouldn't miss his chance. ] Maybe just to be remembered by a certain someone. I don't know if I told you this, but there's someone I really wanted to reunite with.
But, funny thing is... they didn't know who I was. [ lol. ]
Was that too honest?
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[ for someone whose entire life was consumed by the ambition to be someone who'd leave a mark in history, the thought of not being remembered is something she'd hate. that may not be what she wants anymore, at least not in the way she wanted it as a child, but...
that's rough, buddy. it's not a sentiment she'd tell him in so many words, but she sighs. ]
I'll match your ambition. [ ... ] What I want is the power to protect the people that I choose. It's a little too sentimental for me.
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Then try not to laugh too hard along with me, yeah?
[ but, he does quiet down when she admits what she desires. it isn't so much that it's unexpected. for all he does know of medea, he is also aware there is this other side to her, one she reserves for a select few, and that remain obscure from most people's view.
he gives a small hum of comprehension. ] I don't think so. I think it's just sentimental enough.
But, protecting someone else is sometimes harder than protecting yourself.
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[ if they're being honest, this is still honest.
but at his next words, medea lifts a hand to brush her knuckles gently against his cheek, a gesture of appreciation for listening to her softer moments and not judging too much. it's a brief touch before she withdraws her hand, a silent thanks. ]
The stakes are higher when you have to think about other people, but that's the path I'm choosing.
[ more than being good or bad or being better, the path she wants to take is one where the people she cares about will be alive. ]
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he gives her a look, but he does get over it pretty quickly. especially as he feels her hand on his cheek. at first, rafayel's brows raise slightly, his eyes widened in subtle surprise. it's an unfamiliar gesture, but he makes it a point not to pull back. instead, his eyes close briefly, his head tilting delicately into her palm. at least, before she removes her hand. ]
The more arduous the path, the more beautiful the end. That's what people say, anyway. [ ... ] It sounds like you won't regret it, at least.
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[ after much thought. too much thought. ]
So it'd be pathetic if it ends in regret. Isn't it similar for you?
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But, I'm also okay with that. [ he does lean his shoulder against hers, as if to emphasize that maybe they could be brave together. no, they had no choice but to. at least for the people in their lives. π£ ]