( it's disorientingly familiar in a way she isn't at all braced for and gwenaëlle laughs, the kind of laugh that usually follows making a terrible joke about one's own trauma, which
in a way
is sort of exactly what just happened. she lowers the sword, slowly, and it seems deliberate; like she has to consciously make herself do it that way, and not just drop it. maybe she could have just dropped it, considering the grip, considering the nature of the curse. maybe there's a reason she doesn't. )
no subject
in a way
is sort of exactly what just happened. she lowers the sword, slowly, and it seems deliberate; like she has to consciously make herself do it that way, and not just drop it. maybe she could have just dropped it, considering the grip, considering the nature of the curse. maybe there's a reason she doesn't. )
—that must be useful.