[shes not the only one who hates this, but lup's not willing to discuss it more right now. not when she feels so cold, guilt and hurt pushing hard into her chest, lucretia's words searing against her skin.
of course there's truth there. lup knows they fucked up, knows she personally caused the deaths of so many innocent people. but to have that thrown in her face by someone she trusts and loves so completely? she just needs to backtrack a little before she explodes.]
[ The lie is so transparent, she knows she's not even supposed to fall for it. It doesn't matter. It's an excuse, because Lup is done with her, because she doesn't want to talk to her anymore. Lucretia's heart seizes painfully in her chest. This is awful, it's horrible, but being alone is worse. At least Lup is talking to her. When they're not taking awful digs at each other. When they're not making everything worse. She can't even be upset with Lup for bailing on her, not after what she'd said. So she doesn't argue.
It feels cliche and pathetic to go off and crawl back into bed, cry herself right back to sleep mid-morning with all the curtains drawn. But Lucretia's so miserable, she doesn't even care. ]
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[ And then she just stops. She doesn't know what to say. She just knows that she's tired, and she hates this.]
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of course there's truth there. lup knows they fucked up, knows she personally caused the deaths of so many innocent people. but to have that thrown in her face by someone she trusts and loves so completely? she just needs to backtrack a little before she explodes.]
angos calling for me gotta run
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It feels cliche and pathetic to go off and crawl back into bed, cry herself right back to sleep mid-morning with all the curtains drawn. But Lucretia's so miserable, she doesn't even care. ]