( Thea, by nature, is not a person predisposed to anger. It's an ugly emotion, distracting and easily taken advantage of. Something she learned to channel into action from a young age.
But Brickston's story makes her angry. It flares, uselessly, in her stomach. She can do nothing about his home life, nothing but listen to what he has to say and hold his hand while he speaks. Life on the Avenue wasn't what anyone would call easy, even before the cult, but her mistakes were never repaid with imprisonment. )
Oh, darling. ( She leans in, lips brushing a soft kiss to his temple, gentle and affectionate. He really is a darling. Too kind to have been treated such a way. ) You tried because you knew you deserved more.
( Much like she ran because she knew she couldn't win. )
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But Brickston's story makes her angry. It flares, uselessly, in her stomach. She can do nothing about his home life, nothing but listen to what he has to say and hold his hand while he speaks. Life on the Avenue wasn't what anyone would call easy, even before the cult, but her mistakes were never repaid with imprisonment. )
Oh, darling. ( She leans in, lips brushing a soft kiss to his temple, gentle and affectionate. He really is a darling. Too kind to have been treated such a way. ) You tried because you knew you deserved more.
( Much like she ran because she knew she couldn't win. )