[ blunt honesty is, at least, her specialty. a distraction from the strangled tightness in her lungs, the oxygen that doesn't want to push past her throat. karmic justice, she guesses, for insisting nikolai is the one with a need for an old-fashioned therapist to pick apart his seams and stitch them together when alina can detect her own splitting and fraying into threads. aleksander's wrath knows no boundaries, and his pride takes no prisoners once it's been slighted. counting on the obsessive nature of his fondness won't do them any favors, if she considers the nature of it as coercive blackmail, and still —
admitting to that stupid mistake of a naive girl in love is somehow worse than confessing she had fallen for any of his other saccharine lies. ]
Why would you need to film someone without their knowledge when they're already willing? [ her self-loathing drips from every word. ] What do you expect me to do, Nikolai? There's no point in planning for the worst when there's nothing we can do about it.
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[ blunt honesty is, at least, her specialty. a distraction from the strangled tightness in her lungs, the oxygen that doesn't want to push past her throat. karmic justice, she guesses, for insisting nikolai is the one with a need for an old-fashioned therapist to pick apart his seams and stitch them together when alina can detect her own splitting and fraying into threads. aleksander's wrath knows no boundaries, and his pride takes no prisoners once it's been slighted. counting on the obsessive nature of his fondness won't do them any favors, if she considers the nature of it as coercive blackmail, and still —
admitting to that stupid mistake of a naive girl in love is somehow worse than confessing she had fallen for any of his other saccharine lies. ]
Why would you need to film someone without their knowledge when they're already willing? [ her self-loathing drips from every word. ] What do you expect me to do, Nikolai? There's no point in planning for the worst when there's nothing we can do about it.