The Tailor's gaze did not lift. Their mouth tightened in degrees, lips pressed together, but they didn't dismiss the Socialite outright. What they did say was quiet and tired.
"I tried, when I was younger, to share parts of me with others I thought could be comrades. I was found... wanting."
Not that they were left wanting. No. They had been the one lacking. The fault had laid with them. Some intrinsic value in them had been lacking, they supposed. To open up oneself to vulnerability like that and to be rejected, not once, but time and time again...
No. They were done getting hurt like that. Why would they ever let anyone see them, when the results were always so disastrous? Better to give out the truth piecemeal, truths heavily wrapped in beautiful fabrications. Fabrication, ha! No issue for a tailor.
They picked up their cup again, but they only looked at it. They met their own peligin eyes.
They swallowed around nothing.
"May I ask a strange, and possibly personal, question? Nothing--nothing invasive," they added, eyes flicking up from the teacup to their companion, then back to their own reflection.
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Re: ... an invited guest arrives.
Date: 2025-07-01 01:00 am (UTC)"I tried, when I was younger, to share parts of me with others I thought could be comrades. I was found... wanting."
Not that they were left wanting. No. They had been the one lacking. The fault had laid with them. Some intrinsic value in them had been lacking, they supposed. To open up oneself to vulnerability like that and to be rejected, not once, but time and time again...
No. They were done getting hurt like that. Why would they ever let anyone see them, when the results were always so disastrous? Better to give out the truth piecemeal, truths heavily wrapped in beautiful fabrications. Fabrication, ha! No issue for a tailor.
They picked up their cup again, but they only looked at it. They met their own peligin eyes.
They swallowed around nothing.
"May I ask a strange, and possibly personal, question? Nothing--nothing invasive," they added, eyes flicking up from the teacup to their companion, then back to their own reflection.