[ sometimes, doesn't matter what kind of world, some people's fates really are cruel. some with not any closure compared to others. izutsumi easily frowns at that memory, because it's one of those things where some aspects of it - some parts, like her inner thoughts for example, are shared without never any intention to. sharing too much of herself than she ever wishes.
mostly because she expects pity in turn, and she doesn't need pity. doesn't want it. it won't change what has happened, won't fix her life, but pity is not what comes and that surprises her. as much as that hug does, tensing like she doesn't fully expect it.
in a way where she isn't used to such contact. such comfort. with her life, is that really all that surprising? suffering it at the hands of one at the household in which she retaliated with hissy fits. begrudgingly dealing with it with the party before here, for sake of providing some comfort to them. but this time, it's comfort for her. she hesitates, before she slowly sinks into the hug. her ears flick back, tail tucking against her with the ends of it twitching restlessly. ]
It's just how it is. [ she never knows how to respond to someone telling her i'm sorry. at least after someone explained why someone would apologize even if they have no direct involvement in it. she grumbles a little after. ] It's still my life, and I'll make it better all on my own. So I'll keep at it.
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mostly because she expects pity in turn, and she doesn't need pity. doesn't want it. it won't change what has happened, won't fix her life, but pity is not what comes and that surprises her. as much as that hug does, tensing like she doesn't fully expect it.
in a way where she isn't used to such contact. such comfort. with her life, is that really all that surprising? suffering it at the hands of one at the household in which she retaliated with hissy fits. begrudgingly dealing with it with the party before here, for sake of providing some comfort to them. but this time, it's comfort for her. she hesitates, before she slowly sinks into the hug. her ears flick back, tail tucking against her with the ends of it twitching restlessly. ]
It's just how it is. [ she never knows how to respond to someone telling her i'm sorry. at least after someone explained why someone would apologize even if they have no direct involvement in it. she grumbles a little after. ] It's still my life, and I'll make it better all on my own. So I'll keep at it.