[Is it terrible of her that she felt more satisfaction from his shock and horror than she does from his acceptance? As if her bitter, scratched glass heart wanted only to say "I told you so".
Yet here he is. All warmth and support. Edelgard is not sure how to handle it. She's never had such kindness before. In fact with no idea how to handle it she almost feels angry. Angry at the world that twisted her in such a way she never learned to accept what is right before her now: admiration and love.
Soft and sweet like a summer breeze; warm like the rays of the sun dappled through a tree canopy.
Her hand balls into a fist, and her confident eyes that burned with defiance now fall away.]
Not as much as I could have been, but if that's just a pity comment I do not wish to have it.
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Yet here he is. All warmth and support. Edelgard is not sure how to handle it. She's never had such kindness before. In fact with no idea how to handle it she almost feels angry. Angry at the world that twisted her in such a way she never learned to accept what is right before her now: admiration and love.
Soft and sweet like a summer breeze; warm like the rays of the sun dappled through a tree canopy.
Her hand balls into a fist, and her confident eyes that burned with defiance now fall away.]
Not as much as I could have been, but if that's just a pity comment I do not wish to have it.