( Red's expression crumples briefly especially when she sees Clara's tears, and her next breath is shaky even as she nods in answer to the pocket watch. Words are failing her. Isn't there those stages of grief? Anger then bargaining then all the rest...
There's just a hollow acceptance instead of all those other steps. There's just this knowing even if part of her wants to rail against it, tear something apart.
She steps forward and wraps both of her arms around Clara to pull her in close. Screw their home for taking them away. Screw it to fucking hell, she thinks, but doesn't say. Words aren't coming, and words won't change anything. )
i do!! thank you ;o;
There's just a hollow acceptance instead of all those other steps. There's just this knowing even if part of her wants to rail against it, tear something apart.
She steps forward and wraps both of her arms around Clara to pull her in close. Screw their home for taking them away. Screw it to fucking hell, she thinks, but doesn't say. Words aren't coming, and words won't change anything. )