[ And once again, Eula is left in silence, her fingers tightening still more around her Vision as if it can somehow put an end to the complete and utter misery of the moment. Surely, surely he didn't mean any of thatโ Despite anything he may have said earlier about not hating her for her name, there's a stark difference between not hating and... and whatever he's describing.
She has no idea that he's bracing himself, but if she were to know, it wouldn't surprise her. If it were anyone else speaking, after all, she'd be likely to deliver vengeance of the swift and angry kind. But she knows him well enough after even just this eveningโ
(But does she? A moment ago she was telling herself over and over that they're practically strangers)
โShe knows that he wouldn't say something like that unless he didn't mean it.
Her fingers are likely white at the knuckles under the material of her gloves, and if it wasn't for the same, the sharp metal decoration around her Vision might cut into the skin. Her voice, when she speaks, is rougher than she would like: ]
But weโ We barely know each other. [ What a fantastic objection, Eula. Yanfei would be proud. Her eyes close, her breath rushing from between her lips in another sigh. ] And I'm a Lawrence. Andโ
[ The words die. That's it; that's all she's got in the way of defense. Largely because the words with which he started his admission are sitting at the back of her mind, reminding her how much she loathes the women who practically throw themselves at Mondstadt's star bachelor day after day. ]
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She has no idea that he's bracing himself, but if she were to know, it wouldn't surprise her. If it were anyone else speaking, after all, she'd be likely to deliver vengeance of the swift and angry kind. But she knows him well enough after even just this eveningโ
(But does she? A moment ago she was telling herself over and over that they're practically strangers)
โShe knows that he wouldn't say something like that unless he didn't mean it.
Her fingers are likely white at the knuckles under the material of her gloves, and if it wasn't for the same, the sharp metal decoration around her Vision might cut into the skin. Her voice, when she speaks, is rougher than she would like: ]
But weโ We barely know each other. [ What a fantastic objection, Eula. Yanfei would be proud. Her eyes close, her breath rushing from between her lips in another sigh. ] And I'm a Lawrence. Andโ
[ The words die. That's it; that's all she's got in the way of defense. Largely because the words with which he started his admission are sitting at the back of her mind, reminding her how much she loathes the women who practically throw themselves at Mondstadt's star bachelor day after day. ]