[The desperation in Vanille's tone draws Fang's gaze back to her, eyes slightly widened and brow twisted upward. For a long moment, her expression's something of sorrow and yearning and regret—almost vulnerable. She knows she's hurt Vanille, however inadvertently. That doesn't excuse it, and Fang wants to make it right.]
[She doesn't know if she's strong enough to make that promise. Fang's impulsive and passionate, exceptionally so when those she cares about are involved. If she gave her word on that, it'd be well within Vanille's right to hold it to her, and all the worse for when that fragile promise shatters.]
[But Fang knows what it's like now, doesn't she? An action that Vanille's yet to commit to, and one that nearly destroyed Fang. It consumed her every day of their separation, and still sometimes in this displaced world and time. It never occurred to her, before now, that Vanille would be experiencing that exact same thing every time Fang screwed up.]
[Like now. Fang wants nothing more than to step forward and encircle the younger gargoyle in her arms, as if she could make the world and the horrors fall away, and apologize. Hesitation stops her; would Vanille welcome that gesture, after dealing with the constantly escalating jealously and obsessive protection that thing created in Fang?]
[All of the other mutations and ailments might have fallen away, but Fang still ran too hot, even for a gargoyle; either some kind of physiological scar, or a terrifying warning that it would return. So instead, Fang breaks eye contact after a too-long moment of looking torn, casting her gaze aside to the floor.]
[She scratches the back of her neck anxiously with a scaled knuckle.] Yeah, okay. [Too quietly. Fang takes a breath, then affirms strongly,] I'll do everything I can.
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[She doesn't know if she's strong enough to make that promise. Fang's impulsive and passionate, exceptionally so when those she cares about are involved. If she gave her word on that, it'd be well within Vanille's right to hold it to her, and all the worse for when that fragile promise shatters.]
[But Fang knows what it's like now, doesn't she? An action that Vanille's yet to commit to, and one that nearly destroyed Fang. It consumed her every day of their separation, and still sometimes in this displaced world and time. It never occurred to her, before now, that Vanille would be experiencing that exact same thing every time Fang screwed up.]
[Like now. Fang wants nothing more than to step forward and encircle the younger gargoyle in her arms, as if she could make the world and the horrors fall away, and apologize. Hesitation stops her; would Vanille welcome that gesture, after dealing with the constantly escalating jealously and obsessive protection that thing created in Fang?]
[All of the other mutations and ailments might have fallen away, but Fang still ran too hot, even for a gargoyle; either some kind of physiological scar, or a terrifying warning that it would return. So instead, Fang breaks eye contact after a too-long moment of looking torn, casting her gaze aside to the floor.]
[She scratches the back of her neck anxiously with a scaled knuckle.] Yeah, okay. [Too quietly. Fang takes a breath, then affirms strongly,] I'll do everything I can.