( maybe it was insensitive of her, to make such a comment to someone who's spent so much time leaning over the rough brick of their ledges, who's scattered blood across too many to count (not always belonging to others). he doesn't take her hand, instead shoves them in his pockets as if to stave off the chill of the city, bows his head; she'll take him as the man he is. she always has, always will. despite his affinity for self-depreciating comments, she doesn't wish to change him.
and so instead of feeding the fire that long ago has proven it won't relent, she keeps with her pep, however little of it she may have left. for both of their sakes. ) One that doesn't talk back. No surprises. Just a view.
( she speaks it almost as if in a daze herself, for a moment wishing she'd of grabbed her jacket, the crisp air from outdoors seeming to penetrate the building the higher they climb. and yet, once they reach that heavy metal door that lets out to the rooftop, the gust that tousles her hair enlivens her, invigorates her senses, wakes her up a little. she pauses a few steps out, turns so that her lazed steps are backward so she can meet her eyes with his. )
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and so instead of feeding the fire that long ago has proven it won't relent, she keeps with her pep, however little of it she may have left. for both of their sakes. ) One that doesn't talk back. No surprises. Just a view.
( she speaks it almost as if in a daze herself, for a moment wishing she'd of grabbed her jacket, the crisp air from outdoors seeming to penetrate the building the higher they climb. and yet, once they reach that heavy metal door that lets out to the rooftop, the gust that tousles her hair enlivens her, invigorates her senses, wakes her up a little. she pauses a few steps out, turns so that her lazed steps are backward so she can meet her eyes with his. )
Don't laugh. That's the only rule; got it?