So very strange that, Gwenhwyfar, of all people, with all of her enhanced senses, flinches the moment he touches her. She is reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess. Eye clamped shut and drawing her hands away from her face into ball fists, Gwenhwyfar shakes her head. She would like to know what this feeling is that has overtaken her before that makes her head spin and desperately gasp for air. No matter how much air she gasps, she can't quite seem to stop the feeling of suffocation. Whatever emotion it is, it's been built up in her and she has no idea how to contain it.
It's panic -- not that Gwenhwyfar understands it. All she knows she's drowning in her feelings, hurt and scared. She so desperately wants to cling on him; logically, she knows it isn't the Arthur she knows, but it's the closest she's had a chance to be near him.
Gwenhwyfar shakes her head "no" several times. ]
I don't hate- [ She hiccups in between her sobs. Damn her hybrid blood for allowing her to stay propped up on her feet when she'd soon rather choose the option to faint than to deal with these feelings.
She has already felt so lost and this amplifies it. ]
I hate- I hate not being home...! [ Without her mother holding her to comfort her while she sobs this hard. She lets out a small wail. Anger? Is it? She's not sure, she's never sure, or what to do with her feelings other than- ]
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So very strange that, Gwenhwyfar, of all people, with all of her enhanced senses, flinches the moment he touches her. She is reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess. Eye clamped shut and drawing her hands away from her face into ball fists, Gwenhwyfar shakes her head. She would like to know what this feeling is that has overtaken her before that makes her head spin and desperately gasp for air. No matter how much air she gasps, she can't quite seem to stop the feeling of suffocation. Whatever emotion it is, it's been built up in her and she has no idea how to contain it.
It's panic -- not that Gwenhwyfar understands it. All she knows she's drowning in her feelings, hurt and scared. She so desperately wants to cling on him; logically, she knows it isn't the Arthur she knows, but it's the closest she's had a chance to be near him.
Gwenhwyfar shakes her head "no" several times. ]
I don't hate- [ She hiccups in between her sobs. Damn her hybrid blood for allowing her to stay propped up on her feet when she'd soon rather choose the option to faint than to deal with these feelings.
She has already felt so lost and this amplifies it. ]
I hate- I hate not being home...! [ Without her mother holding her to comfort her while she sobs this hard. She lets out a small wail. Anger? Is it? She's not sure, she's never sure, or what to do with her feelings other than- ]
I- I'll bury it.