[ When their gazes meet and he speaks up with those words, Ange holds the gaze for a few moments. It's like she's staring into his eyes in order to find something there - almost as if she's looking for something.
Whatever she was looking for, it seems like she must have found it. Because when she finally breaks eye contact to instead look at the dog again, the girl lets out a deep sigh and actually starts talking.
Despite the fact that it's just the two of them here - well, and the dog, but still - her voice is quiet, like she still doesn't want anyone else to overhear. ]
When I was six years old, my parents and big brother left to go to a family conference. I couldn't come, since I was sick that day. They told me they'd be right back in a few days, but.. they didn't come back. Some mysterious incident happened on the island they were at that killed them all. My aunt was the only one who returned, and since we were each other's only living relatives, she was forced to adopt me.
[ The girl idly reaches out with one hand, her finger drawing nonsense patterns on the ground. Like she needs to distract herself a little in order to be able to keep talking - or maybe to be able to keep talking with a tone that's at least somewhat neutral, without fully dipping into something miserable. ]
She hated me. She verbally abused me every single day, and she hit me too. Aunt Eva didn't allow me to have contact with anyone, so all I grew up with was her doing that stuff to me all the time. Even when I could finally leave the house when I could go to school, she sent me off to a boarding school where all the girls bullied me and the teachers didn't care. They did the same thing as aunt Eva. And when I graduated school, my aunt on my mother's side of the family started hunting me down in order to murder me and steal the inheritance for herself. [ A slight pause, a shake of her head, and then: ] I know. It does sound ridiculous, right? Like some sort of crazy melodrama.
[ Even if it's her actual life. ]
And that's not even getting into all the witches that have been dragging me into their crazy magic games right before I showed up here, showing me all sorts of awful stuff and killing me over and over. And then I got dragged to this place instead, and stuff is so awful there too, and..
[ It's then that her voice finally wavers, like even Ange - practiced as she is at this - can't keep up the effort to fully hide her feelings in front of him anymore. Her voice shakes, like she's about to cry. ]
Sometimes it'd feel easier if one of those deaths would just stick, so all of it would be over.
cw: mentions of child abuse, bullying, murder, suicidal ideation (I'M SORRY.. it's a lot...)
Whatever she was looking for, it seems like she must have found it. Because when she finally breaks eye contact to instead look at the dog again, the girl lets out a deep sigh and actually starts talking.
Despite the fact that it's just the two of them here - well, and the dog, but still - her voice is quiet, like she still doesn't want anyone else to overhear. ]
When I was six years old, my parents and big brother left to go to a family conference. I couldn't come, since I was sick that day. They told me they'd be right back in a few days, but.. they didn't come back. Some mysterious incident happened on the island they were at that killed them all. My aunt was the only one who returned, and since we were each other's only living relatives, she was forced to adopt me.
[ The girl idly reaches out with one hand, her finger drawing nonsense patterns on the ground. Like she needs to distract herself a little in order to be able to keep talking - or maybe to be able to keep talking with a tone that's at least somewhat neutral, without fully dipping into something miserable. ]
She hated me. She verbally abused me every single day, and she hit me too. Aunt Eva didn't allow me to have contact with anyone, so all I grew up with was her doing that stuff to me all the time. Even when I could finally leave the house when I could go to school, she sent me off to a boarding school where all the girls bullied me and the teachers didn't care. They did the same thing as aunt Eva. And when I graduated school, my aunt on my mother's side of the family started hunting me down in order to murder me and steal the inheritance for herself. [ A slight pause, a shake of her head, and then: ] I know. It does sound ridiculous, right? Like some sort of crazy melodrama.
[ Even if it's her actual life. ]
And that's not even getting into all the witches that have been dragging me into their crazy magic games right before I showed up here, showing me all sorts of awful stuff and killing me over and over. And then I got dragged to this place instead, and stuff is so awful there too, and..
[ It's then that her voice finally wavers, like even Ange - practiced as she is at this - can't keep up the effort to fully hide her feelings in front of him anymore. Her voice shakes, like she's about to cry. ]
Sometimes it'd feel easier if one of those deaths would just stick, so all of it would be over.