( things she loves? the reality is stark, and admittedly a little sad — at first, skye's mind goes blank, struggling to come up with anything that feels real. she's tempted to rattle off cheesy things, sarcastic quips of things she likes just to get him off her back, but the genuine concern in his eyes stills the words before they can spill past her lips.
she's quiet; instead, her attention goes to steadying the rapid, shallow breaths that run back and forth across her mouth, trying desperately to calm herself before anything irreversible happens to someone who very much doesn't deserve it.
eventually, though, she manages to come up with something. it's not quite as sincere and meaningful as my family or my friends, but it means something to skye, and she has to think that counts for something here too. )
Belonging. ( she winces a bit, waiting for a laugh that — much to her surprise — doesn't come. ) The feeling of... I don't know, of being part of something. A place where you mean something, where it matters if you show up or not.
( her palms splay out over her face, pressing against her eyes for a brief moment as if to quell any wetness that might be threatening to bubble up beneath. crying would be ridiculous. she won't be that person. )
I love... I loved being part of a team. God, that's so — so ridiculous, but I did.
( and then they decided that people like her were dangerous creatures, and skye had watched that thing she loved fall away from her, just like every other place that had ever been home. )
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she's quiet; instead, her attention goes to steadying the rapid, shallow breaths that run back and forth across her mouth, trying desperately to calm herself before anything irreversible happens to someone who very much doesn't deserve it.
eventually, though, she manages to come up with something. it's not quite as sincere and meaningful as my family or my friends, but it means something to skye, and she has to think that counts for something here too. )
Belonging. ( she winces a bit, waiting for a laugh that — much to her surprise — doesn't come. ) The feeling of... I don't know, of being part of something. A place where you mean something, where it matters if you show up or not.
( her palms splay out over her face, pressing against her eyes for a brief moment as if to quell any wetness that might be threatening to bubble up beneath. crying would be ridiculous. she won't be that person. )
I love... I loved being part of a team. God, that's so — so ridiculous, but I did.
( and then they decided that people like her were dangerous creatures, and skye had watched that thing she loved fall away from her, just like every other place that had ever been home. )
I loved them.