stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: steph/eddie
[Her grip tightened on the windowsill, still turned away from Eddie and face dipped towards the floor. Blonde hair creating a momentary curtain to hide her from the room. Her shoulders rose and fell in quick succession, and she gasped just once for air. In that second, in that weak, pathetic moment in time where she wanted to just escape, she would have taken a thousand Black Masks pressing a gun to the side of her head or millions of Owlman's henchmen trying to kill her. She would have taken anything over that sharp taste of rejection that soured her mouth.]
I know that. [Whispering, murmur barely heard over the soft sounds of late spring coming through the window. Chattering birds, rustling trees. Things that were as happy as they were supposed to be.] I know that. [Finally, she pushed off of the windowsill and teetered back to face him. A little rocky on her feet and with eyes and body withdrawn and more regretful than he'd seen in a long time.] I can't lose you. I just- I can't lose you. [And maybe she needed to explain some more, but she assumed he would understand what she meant. Stephanie didn't fear he would stray, but every man had needs. Not just physical, but emotional and she? Couldn't give the former and could barely supply him with the latter.]