Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

why couldn't he understand? why did he have to press?

he could have shrugged this off as some teenage outburst, but he didn't. at least he had that going for him. lousine tried as best as she could to retain her composure, her gentle confidence and her thick skin, but she could not hide the tears that began to form at the corners of her eyes.

i'm frustrated, her voice was tiny, muted, and it wavered, but it was there and it was resolute. i just- i know i'm younger than you. and i know you think i'm... soft. but it's not because i don't know what this world is like. i choose to find beauty in it. i choose to love everything i come across. because that is the one thing that can never be taken away from me.

she closed her eyes to force the tears out of them, a shaky sigh escaping the wall she slowly began to rebuild as calmness returned to her. b-but,

and then the bomb dropped.

what? she sniffled. hope returned to her eyes — joy, that infectious playfulness, even if only a sliver of it. what rule says... that you can't?