"But it is," she cut in to reassure him, already approximating how the sentence would end, so she gave him a curt nod of resolve to reaffirm that it was, indeed, "Profoundly dumb."
Because it was foolishness, wasn't it, to think she could profess and win the love of another woman? Just the thought of it must be mad. A phase. A cry for help and attention. In every ordinary normal circumstance, Ida would recognize this for what it was - like any of her little stupid flights of fantasy that occurred to her with her friends - and categorically dismiss the impulse as such. But tonight Ida was not feeling herself, with these distractions and inability to focus and the way she blushed at every stupid thing. Which surely meant this obsession with her ballerina had to stop, because if it didn’t stop, she might do something regrettable – like be honest with her about her feelings, and ask her questions and seem interesting just in the way Mister Greengrass recommended.
Ida caught herself blinking back the hot sting of tears over her own utter haplessness. Took a furtive breath to bring herself back, anchored in the cold night and the smell and taste of a cigarette.
“I'm... a bit tipsy, and thinking strange things. I’m sorry I mentioned it,” she remarked on the single most honest thing she had the courage to say.
Because it was foolishness, wasn't it, to think she could profess and win the love of another woman? Just the thought of it must be mad. A phase. A cry for help and attention. In every ordinary normal circumstance, Ida would recognize this for what it was - like any of her little stupid flights of fantasy that occurred to her with her friends - and categorically dismiss the impulse as such. But tonight Ida was not feeling herself, with these distractions and inability to focus and the way she blushed at every stupid thing. Which surely meant this obsession with her ballerina had to stop, because if it didn’t stop, she might do something regrettable – like be honest with her about her feelings, and ask her questions and seem interesting just in the way Mister Greengrass recommended.
Ida caught herself blinking back the hot sting of tears over her own utter haplessness. Took a furtive breath to bring herself back, anchored in the cold night and the smell and taste of a cigarette.
“I'm... a bit tipsy, and thinking strange things. I’m sorry I mentioned it,” she remarked on the single most honest thing she had the courage to say.
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stefanie made this beautiful set <3