[ Look, Rosie is all about breaking some shit. That actually doesn't sound like a bad idea at all right now. She doubts Kavinsky would be appreciative of her punching out his window or something, however, so she refrains for now. She just lets alcohol addle her thoughts and wind whip through her hair and the wind of the forest take her away. ]
I lie all the fucking time, [ Which is true. She does. Most of her lies are those of omission but even now somedays she just outright lies. It's easier, isn't it? It's easier than people knowing the truth and having access to those vulnerable parts of you. ]
You can text them if you want, [ she finally says. ] I doubt it'd be any worse than anything I have to say right now.
[ It's a little strange, she realizes, that Kavinsky is one of the first people to see this side of her. Petty. Bitter. He didn't hear the things she said to Vanyel, how it sounded like her father when he was angry. A silver tongue, they'd called it, and guess she'd inherited that precious metal. Guess she could craft it into a knife that cut in just the right ways when she wanted it to. ]
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I lie all the fucking time, [ Which is true. She does. Most of her lies are those of omission but even now somedays she just outright lies. It's easier, isn't it? It's easier than people knowing the truth and having access to those vulnerable parts of you. ]
You can text them if you want, [ she finally says. ] I doubt it'd be any worse than anything I have to say right now.
[ It's a little strange, she realizes, that Kavinsky is one of the first people to see this side of her. Petty. Bitter. He didn't hear the things she said to Vanyel, how it sounded like her father when he was angry. A silver tongue, they'd called it, and guess she'd inherited that precious metal. Guess she could craft it into a knife that cut in just the right ways when she wanted it to. ]