[ good. she's sitting, sighing as she rests her head against the window. ]
Fifteen minutes. I'll grant you the same amount in silence, Red.
[ isn't she so nice. this is purely because she's bringing up some stuff onto her hud to amuse herself the ride to the last stop -- homework, maybe, or cat videos. who can say. ]
almost if she hadn't heard him, though the catch of her hand in mid-click of something in front of her betrays it; malkuth glances up at him, hand dropping as she speaks quietly. ]
Of course. I'm human, for what it's worth.
[ she gets upset. so easily, in fact, that it's always been a pain -- a detriment, really.
a flaw she can't get rid of, but one that speaks to her passion. ]
It's not like I push it aside or bottle it up. I used to do that a lot more. [ so she still does it. minorly. ] It ended up hurting everyone around me, and I'd say some pretty awful things to them too... I hated it when people underestimated me, or didn't think I was capable. I guess I still hate that, actually.
[ mm. yeah, probably. ]
It made me want to prove them wrong, and... part of me still does, but not like before. Not to the point of killing myself over it.
[His initial impression was that of a small little bunny who is unfit for a world of wolves.]
[Perhaps his impression now is more of a hare, wide-eyed, seeing all, who can look quite harmless but has bit and kicked and ran for as long as she can remember, who's only just learned to live as the bunnies do.]
[It all makes sense, of course. That's what the City does. It twists the best intentions, it turns people against their own selves. Everything to control it better. Everything so that people will keep their heads bowed, and their flow becomes stagnant.]
Mm. [And he looks towards the front, now.] You don't need to prove yourself to anyone.
[ her eyes dip away again, but she can't focus on the words she'd been notating before. she knows that. now, anyway -- she knows that. but it's natural at the same time. malkuth wants to impress people and show off what she's able to do. she wants to prove that much. it's not something she'll push herself to the extreme about, it's not worth losing herself over, but...
... she still likes to surprise people, and to be relied on. it's natural. after a moment, she huffs a quiet laughter. ]
If a hotshot like you can say so, then I guess it's true.
If that was the case, life would be a lot easier. But no.
[Another sigh, as he closes his eyes, adjusting his grip on the rail ring.]
That's what they'd like to make you think. But in the end, its just different stages of rot. You can paint the grass green. Doesn't make it actually green.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Fifteen minutes. I'll grant you the same amount in silence, Red.
[ isn't she so nice. this is purely because she's bringing up some stuff onto her hud to amuse herself the ride to the last stop -- homework, maybe, or cat videos. who can say. ]
no subject
[Thaaaaaaanks.]
[He doesn't take his eyes off of her, though. Her being so happy...]
[Even though she's allowing this silence, he can't help but murmur:]
Isn't there anything that upsets you?
no subject
almost if she hadn't heard him, though the catch of her hand in mid-click of something in front of her betrays it; malkuth glances up at him, hand dropping as she speaks quietly. ]
Of course. I'm human, for what it's worth.
[ she gets upset. so easily, in fact, that it's always been a pain -- a detriment, really.
a flaw she can't get rid of, but one that speaks to her passion. ]
It's not like I push it aside or bottle it up. I used to do that a lot more. [ so she still does it. minorly. ] It ended up hurting everyone around me, and I'd say some pretty awful things to them too... I hated it when people underestimated me, or didn't think I was capable. I guess I still hate that, actually.
[ mm. yeah, probably. ]
It made me want to prove them wrong, and... part of me still does, but not like before. Not to the point of killing myself over it.
no subject
[Perhaps his impression now is more of a hare, wide-eyed, seeing all, who can look quite harmless but has bit and kicked and ran for as long as she can remember, who's only just learned to live as the bunnies do.]
[It all makes sense, of course. That's what the City does. It twists the best intentions, it turns people against their own selves. Everything to control it better. Everything so that people will keep their heads bowed, and their flow becomes stagnant.]
Mm. [And he looks towards the front, now.] You don't need to prove yourself to anyone.
no subject
... she still likes to surprise people, and to be relied on. it's natural. after a moment, she huffs a quiet laughter. ]
If a hotshot like you can say so, then I guess it's true.
no subject
[He wasn't born some wonderful amazing warrior. In his eyes, he isn't, still.]
[This title means nothing. Sure, maybe it offers him relief from the desperation of going from job to job, but its a cage of its own.]
Besides, being a so-called hotshot isn't all that its cracked up to be.
no subject
[ like any other Feather. but she knows better, kicking her feet. ]
There's no one that really has a cozy life in that city. But the grass is always greener, huh?
no subject
[Another sigh, as he closes his eyes, adjusting his grip on the rail ring.]
That's what they'd like to make you think. But in the end, its just different stages of rot. You can paint the grass green. Doesn't make it actually green.