( simply said, simply offered, but skye knows there's more to it than that. what she's offering, what they're talking but not talking about, is more than just running or not running. it's standing still. it's letting the universe in on the deepest and most intimate parts of your soul. it's opening yourself up to the possibility of pain and loss and regret, and no one could blame either of them for attempting to avoid more of that.
but, even still, skye can't help but offer. her voice is soft, almost hesitant, but she does offer — genuinely, without any hint of the teasing or sarcasm that's so often laced her words. he could run away from this. he could run away and never look back, and she'd accept it; they'd still be friends, but she wouldn't drop hints or double entendres casually into conversation anymore. there'd be a line left in the sand, one crossed and then backed away from like a dish that caused indigestion.
she's just hoping that maybe, just maybe, she's reading the signs right this time. )
I'm not promising to be some prize, Wally. I'm just as fucked up as you are. But I'm not running anywhere.
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( simply said, simply offered, but skye knows there's more to it than that. what she's offering, what they're talking but not talking about, is more than just running or not running. it's standing still. it's letting the universe in on the deepest and most intimate parts of your soul. it's opening yourself up to the possibility of pain and loss and regret, and no one could blame either of them for attempting to avoid more of that.
but, even still, skye can't help but offer. her voice is soft, almost hesitant, but she does offer — genuinely, without any hint of the teasing or sarcasm that's so often laced her words. he could run away from this. he could run away and never look back, and she'd accept it; they'd still be friends, but she wouldn't drop hints or double entendres casually into conversation anymore. there'd be a line left in the sand, one crossed and then backed away from like a dish that caused indigestion.
she's just hoping that maybe, just maybe, she's reading the signs right this time. )
I'm not promising to be some prize, Wally. I'm just as fucked up as you are. But I'm not running anywhere.
( literally or figuratively. )