completelysane asked: “I’ll find my old contemporaries/and wipe the shame from their brows” Wash/CT in Sandtrap?
She didn’t know where the pride in her voice came from (it had been gone for so long, she wasn’t even sure she could feel it anymore) when she refused to explain what she was doing here, in the desert, when she refused him and she felt her tone be confident, entitled, and where the fuck were these things coming from, coming now, coming towards him, and it took her three days to realize, recognize them as a coping mechanism for the steady current of shame that his voice, his armor, his face washed over her.
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starrisu reblogged this from reeberry and added:
gosh, just this
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completelysane said:
<3 Yay! I love how pride is such a driving, almost physical thing in your fics. I’m sorry I sent you so many prompts lately lol. I’m being needy.
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