She decides it after a moment's consideration, face half-disappearing against the pillow when she turns her head into it, watching him in the darkness. If given the option, she... she thinks that she'd marinate in the promise of vengeance, willingly blind and spiteful, refusing to accept the reality of her own sorrows.
It's why she's long since stopped complaining if others are cruel to her. Deep down, it's fair punishment for being a terrible person in the first place, isn't it? Someone who cannot attain happiness, no matter what she does.
But from what little she's gleaned, Troy is different. He does not seem the type who deserves his suffering. Instead:]
Of course I never knew her, but... she'd probably want you to look after your own happiness, now.
[-- Which she doubts she'll be able to provide, and it's why her mouth pulls into a brief, self-abasing smile, meant to melt into the shadows of the room. No matter that they're set to marry within a week -- she should never be anyone's first choice.
... She wishes she could apologize to him, for this unfortunate case of bad luck]
[ Troy is unaware of Sakura's darker side at the moment, but the way she sinks her face into the pillow and the way she smiled, Troy feels a tinge of pity that he can't quite explain. He puts his hand on her arm, both to soothe that feeling in his heart and to acclimate her to his touch. His thumb caresses, with the rest of his fingers gently furled around it. ]
Maybe. Something to think about for another day. For now, let's just sleep.
[ He bumps his forehead gently against her own, exhaling a warm breath that melds with hers. Troy eases, never letting her go, and just lets himself drift off to sleep...
In the middle of the night, miles outside of their apartment complex. A powerful thrum of mana spikes from the center of the city, growing in strength and luring any mage within Tokyo's borders. Many mages all over different parts of the city are awake to witness this, as if they were anticipating it all along and looking forward to what is to come...
Troy, however, fell asleep through it all. He wakes up a little later than usual, often up before sunrise to go jogging but this time the sun had already been up. The gentle rumbling of the nearby train shook him awake, giving him a feeling unease. He groans, feeling for Sakura next to him. ]
Sakura?
[ He calls out with his eyes still sewn shut, groaning at the tightness of his neck that he just twists into a crack. Instantly feeling better. ]
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She decides it after a moment's consideration, face half-disappearing against the pillow when she turns her head into it, watching him in the darkness. If given the option, she... she thinks that she'd marinate in the promise of vengeance, willingly blind and spiteful, refusing to accept the reality of her own sorrows.
It's why she's long since stopped complaining if others are cruel to her. Deep down, it's fair punishment for being a terrible person in the first place, isn't it? Someone who cannot attain happiness, no matter what she does.
But from what little she's gleaned, Troy is different. He does not seem the type who deserves his suffering. Instead:]
Of course I never knew her, but... she'd probably want you to look after your own happiness, now.
[-- Which she doubts she'll be able to provide, and it's why her mouth pulls into a brief, self-abasing smile, meant to melt into the shadows of the room. No matter that they're set to marry within a week -- she should never be anyone's first choice.
... She wishes she could apologize to him, for this unfortunate case of bad luck]
I'm back. Doing a little skip so it feels fresh.
Maybe. Something to think about for another day. For now, let's just sleep.
[ He bumps his forehead gently against her own, exhaling a warm breath that melds with hers. Troy eases, never letting her go, and just lets himself drift off to sleep...
In the middle of the night, miles outside of their apartment complex. A powerful thrum of mana spikes from the center of the city, growing in strength and luring any mage within Tokyo's borders. Many mages all over different parts of the city are awake to witness this, as if they were anticipating it all along and looking forward to what is to come...
Troy, however, fell asleep through it all. He wakes up a little later than usual, often up before sunrise to go jogging but this time the sun had already been up. The gentle rumbling of the nearby train shook him awake, giving him a feeling unease. He groans, feeling for Sakura next to him. ]
Sakura?
[ He calls out with his eyes still sewn shut, groaning at the tightness of his neck that he just twists into a crack. Instantly feeling better. ]