[ Ashley's nervous as she waits for a reply, playing with the Ace of Spades at her desk. She almost lunges for her phone when it goes off, only to stare when his answer only addresses her note, not the text.
[ but it's an honest attempt to engage with something she knows isn't his thing, so she'll take it. ]
I told you my handwriting sucks.
[ she types up the same three lines. ]
That's you bored to death in the Tower, because life isn't just the physical stuff (I guess for you it'd be circuits still firing instead of breathing?), it's being out there on the move, so being stuck in one place feels like the end. It's from my dad's favorite poem. The longer I'm with you, the more one of the verses sounds like it's about Hunters.
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[ but it's an honest attempt to engage with something she knows isn't his thing, so she'll take it. ]
I told you my handwriting sucks.
[ she types up the same three lines. ]
That's you bored to death in the Tower, because life isn't just the physical stuff (I guess for you it'd be circuits still firing instead of breathing?), it's being out there on the move, so being stuck in one place feels like the end. It's from my dad's favorite poem. The longer I'm with you, the more one of the verses sounds like it's about Hunters.
--Ashley Madeline Williams