[At least for now she's able to pretend that this is only happening because of the emotional suggestion- and technically it is. She's been keeping things together quite nicely. In the public eye, at any rate. Sieglinde had spent the day Masamune left barricaded in his room, the sound muting music box ALASTAIR had gifted her open so that she could wail and cry without attracting attention, but she didn't want to show that to anyone else.
What did they know about that man? About how she'd felt about him, and what he'd been to her, and what it was like to lose him? Nothing- so what point was there to sharing her tears with anyone? It wouldn't bring him back. It wouldn't make her feel less alone, when no one else had occupied the same place as he had- perhaps not even close.
But the luxury of being able to pretend has to end, because even like this she only gives it as long as she'd let each other emotion continue before she holds up a hand.
Head down, facial expression mostly hidden now by her long, dark hair, Sieglinde chokes the words out around held-back sobs, tears still plopping heavy into her lap and dampening her gown.]
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What did they know about that man? About how she'd felt about him, and what he'd been to her, and what it was like to lose him? Nothing- so what point was there to sharing her tears with anyone? It wouldn't bring him back. It wouldn't make her feel less alone, when no one else had occupied the same place as he had- perhaps not even close.
But the luxury of being able to pretend has to end, because even like this she only gives it as long as she'd let each other emotion continue before she holds up a hand.
Head down, facial expression mostly hidden now by her long, dark hair, Sieglinde chokes the words out around held-back sobs, tears still plopping heavy into her lap and dampening her gown.]
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