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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Don't," Bryony said quickly, an uncharacteristic annoyance and tension in her voice before she took a breath. When she spoke next, her tone was softer. "You don't have to lie to me." Marcus meant well, Bryony knew that, but pretending she was beautiful wasn't going to fix anything. Even if he meant inwardly - inwardly didn't matter for painting. Sometimes, Bryony worried she was just as shallow as her mother and sisters. Her sketches were of beautiful people, as well as her landscapes being of beautiful scenery. In her case, it was hypocritical as well as superficial.

She wished she could tell Marcus that it didn't matter - but it did. For her, success and happiness were all tied up with thinness, and she'd never be thin and beautiful like Shauna and Allegra. She tried - and she failed. Looking down at the bowl of pie and ice cream in her lap she briefly considered pushing it away, then cut her spoon through the pastry and into the apple filling with a small sigh. "It will all be fine," she agreed, wanting to move on. "If it doesn't work out, no one ever has to see it."