( generally speaking parisa isn't much of a crier, because she's intimately aware of how the median populace responds to a woman prone to emotive outbursts. it's easy to mistake her as unfeeling, is all — enough that she sometimes convinces herself of the same. silly. it's more telling that she shuts her eyes and lets emmrich's words seep into her like a warm bath, like massage oil and lotion, like a sharpened knife. she leans into his palm, forehead rolling back and forth against his kneecap. were they anyone else, i give my life to you would be far more suitable wedding vows.
lifting up after a second, she stands, kicking off her shoes with the same girlish messiness she applies to most things. grief isn't the only leading cause to the tornado result in emmrich's room exactly a minute after parisa's arrival — she just is this way. more needy than she'd ordinarily be comfortable with, she climbs into his lap, resting her head on his shoulder, the soles of her feet braced on his thigh. familiarity — clinging to tiny moments. she fusses with his collar in an uncharacteristically anxious way. )
I've. ( she cuts herself off abruptly, rolling her eyes at herself. out with it. ) I've fallen quite in love with you.
( spoken like a true matter of course — of course, i'll have to say this now, because if something happens to you, i'll regret not having said it before. a chore, like doing the laundry. do not observe the pink twinge to her cheeks, one half exhilarated lovey excitement, one half sick at thinking of how best to kill him. in his sleep? outside? poison is peaceful but razors are quick. she has to imagine the length of rope was a joke, because if it wasn't — stupid, stupid, stupid. )
I just said that to make it clear, if you decide to leave and not return to me, I'll Manfred you and use you as a hat rack. I'm sure to figure it out. ( she finally looks up at him, lifting a shoulder carelessly. fussing some of the short hairs beside his ear. ) It will be a very undignified existence for your extraordinarily oversized skeleton. I vow to make you miserable for always, for these feelings you've given me, azizam.
( lukewarm attempts at humor at best, parisa does succumb to the instinct inside her to cuddle up to him, hands palming through his hair and tilting him one way, so she can kiss him, hard.
she doesn't want to ask, which is why she has to — pursed against his mouth, breath warm and suffocating, ) Tonight?
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lifting up after a second, she stands, kicking off her shoes with the same girlish messiness she applies to most things. grief isn't the only leading cause to the tornado result in emmrich's room exactly a minute after parisa's arrival — she just is this way. more needy than she'd ordinarily be comfortable with, she climbs into his lap, resting her head on his shoulder, the soles of her feet braced on his thigh. familiarity — clinging to tiny moments. she fusses with his collar in an uncharacteristically anxious way. )
I've. ( she cuts herself off abruptly, rolling her eyes at herself. out with it. ) I've fallen quite in love with you.
( spoken like a true matter of course — of course, i'll have to say this now, because if something happens to you, i'll regret not having said it before. a chore, like doing the laundry. do not observe the pink twinge to her cheeks, one half exhilarated lovey excitement, one half sick at thinking of how best to kill him. in his sleep? outside? poison is peaceful but razors are quick. she has to imagine the length of rope was a joke, because if it wasn't — stupid, stupid, stupid. )
I just said that to make it clear, if you decide to leave and not return to me, I'll Manfred you and use you as a hat rack. I'm sure to figure it out. ( she finally looks up at him, lifting a shoulder carelessly. fussing some of the short hairs beside his ear. ) It will be a very undignified existence for your extraordinarily oversized skeleton. I vow to make you miserable for always, for these feelings you've given me, azizam.
( lukewarm attempts at humor at best, parisa does succumb to the instinct inside her to cuddle up to him, hands palming through his hair and tilting him one way, so she can kiss him, hard.
she doesn't want to ask, which is why she has to — pursed against his mouth, breath warm and suffocating, ) Tonight?