“Not unlike a cockroach,” Porphyria put in brightly, piping up with one of her favourite similes for men. Wretched pests of the most persistent kind. Still, she softened a little at seeing Amelia’s head in her hands.
She liked to think herself a perfectly merciless creature - with no room for pity in her heart - but she couldn’t help herself, looking at her friend so incensed and defeated at the same moment. A pang of pity struck her, and she refrained, with every ounce of her self control, from agreeing that one must indeed be a pathetic creature to care about him.
Besides, one could, she supposed, find elements of intrigue in even the most hateable people. And flaws in the best. Shades of light and dark, all humanity.
She sighed, and slid onto the floor to find herself a little less far away from her friend, and a little more comfortable, cross-legged. It was too easy not to see the world in perspective from a chair. Chairs made people quite oblivious. “We’re more puzzling creatures than any others you’ve seen, I expect,” Phyri said fondly, at little in jest about Amelia’s career. Forget zoological gardens: the human heart in its odd rib-cage was oddity enough. (Porphyria usually preferred not to look at it too closely.)
“Perhaps you ought to think of it as a war,” Phryi said, wondering how on earth it was that anyone was trying to beg romantic advice from her. “You’re still entrenched in your past, and you’re miserable for it. You’ve lost a battle here and there. Skeeter’s had the gall to take some hostages. But you might still turn the tide, and win the war. You just need to... obliterate him from your life completely.” Stamp out all memory of that cockroach once and for all. However one did that.
She liked to think herself a perfectly merciless creature - with no room for pity in her heart - but she couldn’t help herself, looking at her friend so incensed and defeated at the same moment. A pang of pity struck her, and she refrained, with every ounce of her self control, from agreeing that one must indeed be a pathetic creature to care about him.
Besides, one could, she supposed, find elements of intrigue in even the most hateable people. And flaws in the best. Shades of light and dark, all humanity.
She sighed, and slid onto the floor to find herself a little less far away from her friend, and a little more comfortable, cross-legged. It was too easy not to see the world in perspective from a chair. Chairs made people quite oblivious. “We’re more puzzling creatures than any others you’ve seen, I expect,” Phyri said fondly, at little in jest about Amelia’s career. Forget zoological gardens: the human heart in its odd rib-cage was oddity enough. (Porphyria usually preferred not to look at it too closely.)
“Perhaps you ought to think of it as a war,” Phryi said, wondering how on earth it was that anyone was trying to beg romantic advice from her. “You’re still entrenched in your past, and you’re miserable for it. You’ve lost a battle here and there. Skeeter’s had the gall to take some hostages. But you might still turn the tide, and win the war. You just need to... obliterate him from your life completely.” Stamp out all memory of that cockroach once and for all. However one did that.
a sublime set by Lady! <3