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iv. fragile
siriusdorcas
She is not fragile.
She is strong, with hard eyes and a jaw permanently set in determination. She is twenty two, with secretly trembling hands, quivering knees and a well-placed mask. Emotion is something she pretends doesn't come easy to her, except, except —
Fingers brushing her jaw and a mouth whispering, "Loosen up, will you?" then a barked out laugh and black hair that is not her own tickling her eyelids. Warm grey eyes and a thin scar snaking down his shoulder that he brushes off lightly every time she asks —
She is not fragile, but oh, can she break.