she stops, only because there's no point, because her fists hurt, and because things are always, always out of her control. she looks down to persephone, expression wounded. she'd say something, but her words are all tripped up and trapped like her tongue is pasted to the top of her mouth.]
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she stops, only because there's no point, because her fists hurt, and because things are always, always out of her control. she looks down to persephone, expression wounded. she'd say something, but her words are all tripped up and trapped like her tongue is pasted to the top of her mouth.]