One of Zinc's hands crawls slowly upwards, like she's afraid of what will happen to her if she loosens the way she has her arms wrapped close. It eventually gets into her hair, brushing it back behind her ear, but resisting the urge to fist her fingers in it. Her hair was a fragile thing, it would come out if she pulled at it.
"...comforting. It hurts less."
Giving over to someone else, sagging into their frame and closing her eyes in the shadow of their body. It kept the outer world at bay while she was left to rein in the maddening swell of her emotions. Any affection was welcome, truly, even if she had to wheedle for it. She thrived on attention, anything that would keep back to disgust she felt for herself and the resent she felt for all that still lived.
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One of Zinc's hands crawls slowly upwards, like she's afraid of what will happen to her if she loosens the way she has her arms wrapped close. It eventually gets into her hair, brushing it back behind her ear, but resisting the urge to fist her fingers in it. Her hair was a fragile thing, it would come out if she pulled at it.
"...comforting. It hurts less."
Giving over to someone else, sagging into their frame and closing her eyes in the shadow of their body. It kept the outer world at bay while she was left to rein in the maddening swell of her emotions. Any affection was welcome, truly, even if she had to wheedle for it. She thrived on attention, anything that would keep back to disgust she felt for herself and the resent she felt for all that still lived.