Blacktail Deer Plateau we are in a state of flux

finally they're talking -- really talking -- and even now furi is shoving her away. she can't help herself. "would it kill you to give me an inch?" blixen asks, not meanly, her mouth worn into a threadbare smile. it's not as if she expected furi to fall back into her arms and come home with her (even if, of course, she'd hoped for it). 

there's no fight left in her now. exhausted limbs turn her away from her ex girlfriend, the injured ankle held tenderly against her chest. "i wasn't going to try to stay," she murmurs, unable to hide the hurt in her voice even as her expression shutters. "i couldn't just leave like that." like you did. there's other things still she wants to say, desperately coiled in her throat, should she never see her again -- but instead she draws her tongue across her lips and casts a glance at furi, letting her vulnerabilty hang clearly between them. making furi be the one to walk away again. 

she never learns.