( she agrees, it isn't. nothing, absolutely nothing in her life has been fair. this also isn't fair--her question, argalia, this outing--
angela steps away, free, rubbing her arm. her back is straight, shoulders tense, and for a moment she doesn't return fearne's look. for a moment, she keeps her face pointed at the ground, steeling herself, retreating to cold unfeeling metal, before she raises her gaze to meet hers. calm, composed, neutral, at odds with the rigidity she holds herself. )
Was this an excuse to corner me? Answer me that, first.
( coming shopping with her. baking, too, though that was more of angela's request than fearne's offer. )
no subject
( she agrees, it isn't. nothing, absolutely nothing in her life has been fair. this also isn't fair--her question, argalia, this outing--
angela steps away, free, rubbing her arm. her back is straight, shoulders tense, and for a moment she doesn't return fearne's look. for a moment, she keeps her face pointed at the ground, steeling herself, retreating to cold unfeeling metal, before she raises her gaze to meet hers. calm, composed, neutral, at odds with the rigidity she holds herself. )
Was this an excuse to corner me? Answer me that, first.
( coming shopping with her. baking, too, though that was more of angela's request than fearne's offer. )