[ when he looks down, her eyes are steadfastly closed, a tight pinch between her brows. there's a fragile tenseness to the set of her jaw. she isn't so stupid that she doesn't know she's been caught, but the floodgates are already flung wide, and she never learned how to close them again after. only to never let them open in the first place. ]
no subject
To have no dream.
[ her voice is as low and quiet as midnight ]