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𝓌ᵢₜ𝒸ₕ (queenliest) wrote in valarlogs,

One hand dragged through her hair, fingers fussing with it, tucking it back behind her ears as her lips pursed then released with a pop of sound to break the silence - or to burst the bubble of tension that had begun choking the life out of the room, either one. There was no reason to feel strange around this man. They didn't have to be enemies. What had he done to her besides come at her with a variety of sharp weapons? What had she done to him besides ruin his life and probably caused him to shed do-gooding tears into his pillow at night, which she'd eagerly collect in a vial?

Can't we just let the past go?

"How nice." She decided to just skip the spoonful of sugar. "You don't have to feel weird around me. I barely know you. I'm not..." Really, she wasn't who he thought she was. Right?