[ what does she see? even now, she still doesn't know. and she is used to being the one observing, on the outside looking in and noticing without being noticed in turn. but as her world grew bigger in the span of a dream, marta's understanding of people had been left struggling to catch up. there's a lot they've bared to each other in that time, but she knows there's still that much more they carry close. dirty shameful secrets that feels better unsaid, ignored.
all marta knows is the man he wants her to. the man he's slowly unraveled in front of her since that christmas night, a man far more fragile than he cares to be, but so much bigger than her small hands can contain. if she holds too tightly, will he break? but if she doesn't hold tight enough, he'll surely slip past.
(he says worth like it's a dirty word, and her heart aches to hear it. like the hands he's placed himself in before were too careless to steady their hold.)
maybe what she'll see will only be what he chooses to show her. and maybe that's the point. that it isn't so much what she sees, but the fact he chooses to show her at all.
right now she sees what she saw before — a heart hurting. and she's always been too much of a nurturer for her own good. ]
Two months ago, I didn't think aliens existed. Now I'm on a different planet, probably in a different universe, talking to a man from a world and a time so different from my own.
[ there's a desperation in her tone that doesn't match the eerily calm quiet of his own. like the quieter he gets, the more she feels she has to be louder, to be heard over whatever storm has to be raging inside him now. gone is the carefully crafted silence that had been so comfortable before; gone, too, is the ready acceptance of dismissal she so often carries on her like armor. and sure, maybe he still won't hear her, but this time it won't be because she isn't trying to be heard.
seeing how her touch seemed to bring him closer, away from wherever it is the dark parts of his mind is pulling him towards, she reaches out once more — featherlight fingertips to his cheek, gentle where her locking gaze is intense. ]
After everything you've seen, and knowing that's not even anywhere close to being all there is... how can you still be so sure?
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all marta knows is the man he wants her to. the man he's slowly unraveled in front of her since that christmas night, a man far more fragile than he cares to be, but so much bigger than her small hands can contain. if she holds too tightly, will he break? but if she doesn't hold tight enough, he'll surely slip past.
(he says worth like it's a dirty word, and her heart aches to hear it. like the hands he's placed himself in before were too careless to steady their hold.)
maybe what she'll see will only be what he chooses to show her. and maybe that's the point. that it isn't so much what she sees, but the fact he chooses to show her at all.
right now she sees what she saw before — a heart hurting. and she's always been too much of a nurturer for her own good. ]
Two months ago, I didn't think aliens existed. Now I'm on a different planet, probably in a different universe, talking to a man from a world and a time so different from my own.
[ there's a desperation in her tone that doesn't match the eerily calm quiet of his own. like the quieter he gets, the more she feels she has to be louder, to be heard over whatever storm has to be raging inside him now. gone is the carefully crafted silence that had been so comfortable before; gone, too, is the ready acceptance of dismissal she so often carries on her like armor. and sure, maybe he still won't hear her, but this time it won't be because she isn't trying to be heard.
seeing how her touch seemed to bring him closer, away from wherever it is the dark parts of his mind is pulling him towards, she reaches out once more — featherlight fingertips to his cheek, gentle where her locking gaze is intense. ]
After everything you've seen, and knowing that's not even anywhere close to being all there is... how can you still be so sure?
[ why not? she says without saying. says who? ]