Allison is almost annoyed she doesn't have a record of the conversation to flip through beside her vision. Specific phrases thought are still by-blow lightening burned on her veins. For all her calm, still pricked under her nails with bamboo shoots. About their house. Their childhood. Luther as ... her brother. And that last one. That last one that almost makes it hard to think of again.
Especially when she's crinkling the brow of her new face and trying to parse exactly what that comment about not needing makeup is even supposed to mean. ]
That's ... a lot.
[ It's still so weird, to be able to pause between words again. (Not weird that she feels defensive about the rest if it. For herself. Or Luther.) ]
no subject
Luther.
Luther is the one who told him any of that?
Allison is almost annoyed she doesn't have a record of the conversation to flip through beside her vision. Specific phrases thought are still by-blow lightening burned on her veins. For all her calm, still pricked under her nails with bamboo shoots. About their house. Their childhood. Luther as ... her brother. And that last one. That last one that almost makes it hard to think of again.
Especially when she's crinkling the brow of her new face and trying to parse exactly what that comment about not needing makeup is even supposed to mean. ]
That's ... a lot.
[ It's still so weird, to be able to pause between words again.
(Not weird that she feels defensive about the rest if it. For herself. Or Luther.) ]
What exactly were you trying to learn from him?