[ It's strange, watching his expression change. She'd had it all wrong before. Thought the neutrality or scowl he often sported was the mask and not the other way around. And maybe she had witnessed a glimpse of his true self somewhere in there, when his intensity had a kind edge. When she'd found him curious and exhilarating and dangerous in the best way -- wasn't subjected to the weight of his cruelty.
She was a fool.
Studying the restraint in his face, it doesn't take much thought to glean a surface level of what he's hiding... Given how things had ended. She waits for the parted lips to curl into a warning snarl, but it doesn't come. Or that's what she'd thought before he opened that minacious mouth. ]
And why would I tell you that?
[ There was no point in being honest that there'd been no effort on her part to avoid him, not having even realized he was here. But, apparently, her interests in laying low, writing notes to herself, and starting once again on letters to Mal that might never reach him had been effective. ]
Just... Stay away from me.
[ She takes another step back, edging back towards the corner she'd rounded to retrace her steps out of the library. Alina was too vulnerable right now, the weight of feeling truly alone again crippling. She was in no mood to deal with honied words eager to lull her into some false sense of security. And yet -- she hadn't turned away from him yet, something in her painfully aware that she wouldn't be able to avoid him forever. Mal's voice echoes in the back of her mind, screaming for her to run, but the rational part of her knew it was pointless. They might as well get this over with now, whatever that meant. ]
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She was a fool.
Studying the restraint in his face, it doesn't take much thought to glean a surface level of what he's hiding... Given how things had ended. She waits for the parted lips to curl into a warning snarl, but it doesn't come. Or that's what she'd thought before he opened that minacious mouth. ]
And why would I tell you that?
[ There was no point in being honest that there'd been no effort on her part to avoid him, not having even realized he was here. But, apparently, her interests in laying low, writing notes to herself, and starting once again on letters to Mal that might never reach him had been effective. ]
Just... Stay away from me.
[ She takes another step back, edging back towards the corner she'd rounded to retrace her steps out of the library. Alina was too vulnerable right now, the weight of feeling truly alone again crippling. She was in no mood to deal with honied words eager to lull her into some false sense of security. And yet -- she hadn't turned away from him yet, something in her painfully aware that she wouldn't be able to avoid him forever. Mal's voice echoes in the back of her mind, screaming for her to run, but the rational part of her knew it was pointless. They might as well get this over with now, whatever that meant. ]