the sound of a voice stops the smaller on a coin.
breath catching somewhere in her throat , and her whole person turning sharply.
shoulders only relaxing when she realized who was there.
" Gods. . . I apologize. I did not mean to jump. Not at you. "
โฏ โฎ rott .แ โ
staring at the ceiling
writing lady as so skittish & worrisome because she is just ,, genuinely that fragile ( which isnt a bad thing of course ) & that genuinely not alright ?
mhm