[this time, she is not startled by Fang's response. in fact, it serves only to further fan the burning rage that's been building within her. being yelled at when, in her mind, she'd only been trying to help has broken the calm she'd tried to maintain.
she finds herself stomping down hard, balling her fists at her side; she's not sure if it's a conscious decision or an unconscious reaction. luckily the stone floor of their residence is tough (it'd be foolish to have two gargoyles living in a wooden apartment), but there's a noticeable indent in the shape of her taloned foot now imprinted on its surface.]
That's not what I meant—you know that's not it! At least he's not going to blow up at me for trying to show some kindness! [she then angrily throws her arms out, claws now bared. it doesn't occur to her how defensive and passive aggressive she sounds.] What am I supposed to do when you're sending me these mixed signals? Do I comfort you, even if you don't want me here? Do you want to be left alone, even though you don't want me to leave? I can't read your mind—[despite how close and connected they've always been; has Ryslig changed even that, too?]—you need to tell me, Fang!
[she fails to realize the irony in this argument, where she's not exactly the poster child for being straightforward with her own feelings, nor is she innocent of being selfish.
she also neglects to notice how naturally this outrage is coming to her, rather than breaking her heart.]
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she finds herself stomping down hard, balling her fists at her side; she's not sure if it's a conscious decision or an unconscious reaction. luckily the stone floor of their residence is tough (it'd be foolish to have two gargoyles living in a wooden apartment), but there's a noticeable indent in the shape of her taloned foot now imprinted on its surface.]
That's not what I meant—you know that's not it! At least he's not going to blow up at me for trying to show some kindness! [she then angrily throws her arms out, claws now bared. it doesn't occur to her how defensive and passive aggressive she sounds.] What am I supposed to do when you're sending me these mixed signals? Do I comfort you, even if you don't want me here? Do you want to be left alone, even though you don't want me to leave? I can't read your mind—[despite how close and connected they've always been; has Ryslig changed even that, too?]—you need to tell me, Fang!
[she fails to realize the irony in this argument, where she's not exactly the poster child for being straightforward with her own feelings, nor is she innocent of being selfish.
she also neglects to notice how naturally this outrage is coming to her, rather than breaking her heart.]