( It's not what she is. Not only that. He wants to debate it, to yell praise and his own thoughts of her, but something clenching in his chest makes him hesitate. She says more, anyway, and he tucks those feelings back.
Destiny... It's better hearing that. )
Do you know what you want to do now? I, uh... I still haven't figured out that kind of thing for myself.
( What he wants to do. Where he should fit. What his destiny might be. If he's angel or demon or something hideous and in between, unliked by both. He unfolds his hands, resting them on the couch next to himself, curling his fingers into the fabric. )
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Destiny... It's better hearing that. )
Do you know what you want to do now? I, uh... I still haven't figured out that kind of thing for myself.
( What he wants to do. Where he should fit. What his destiny might be. If he's angel or demon or something hideous and in between, unliked by both. He unfolds his hands, resting them on the couch next to himself, curling his fingers into the fabric. )