BEXLEY BRIAR
Something in Bexley has been tick-tick-ticking like a bomb for the entirety of this conversation - waiting for the wrong thing to be said, for something to snap, to rub her the wrong way so deeply that she can’t bounce back from it, regardless of how much effort she’s already put into biting her tongue. And it finally comes. No use for friends in general, Jaxis says, and at that her composure cracks.
She snorts dismissively, incredulously, meeting Jaxis’ gaze with a raised brow and an almost disbelieving expression: no friends and no backup means that Jaxis is all alone, indefensible, back open to a spear at any point, never mind her supposed strength. No brute force will protect someone against treachery or loneliness. More complex than you’re making it out to be, she answers, gaze narrowing. It’s not everyone else’s problem if you find it hard to make friends - doesn’t mean they’re wrong to do it.
She flashes Jaxis a cunning smile. Must be lonely.
Then, with the same catty grin she’s always worn and a shrug of those white curls, she brushes past the taller girl with casual strides on her way back to the citadel.
She snorts dismissively, incredulously, meeting Jaxis’ gaze with a raised brow and an almost disbelieving expression: no friends and no backup means that Jaxis is all alone, indefensible, back open to a spear at any point, never mind her supposed strength. No brute force will protect someone against treachery or loneliness. More complex than you’re making it out to be, she answers, gaze narrowing. It’s not everyone else’s problem if you find it hard to make friends - doesn’t mean they’re wrong to do it.
She flashes Jaxis a cunning smile. Must be lonely.
Then, with the same catty grin she’s always worn and a shrug of those white curls, she brushes past the taller girl with casual strides on her way back to the citadel.
@Jaxis <3
