( Blankets end up halfway to her ankles when the sun starts to rise and heat soaks through the small studio house, the freezing night easily forgotten as morning begins to peek into the city. Something like morning, anyway. Hard to really consider any of it morning when the darkest hours are gone in the blink of an eye.
She doesn't feel the gut-twist of guilt right away, not while pressing fingers into the corners of her eyes to pull away sleep, too busy stirring to realise that something is off. Kate pushes hair that's fallen loose from her forehead and opens her eyes-
And that's when the ache comes. It knots her insides up with the same intensity those words said last month did, her head echoing with a song and dance it's used many a time, though never before in this context. How she hasn't said anything, that she should for once, rather than holding everything in and hoping that it's obvious. How after ten years she still hasn't made up for never saying it to her brother when she should have.
Should have seems to come up a lot in her life. Should have said more, sooner, done more. All these things she can't change which prick back at her stomach in a way she'd suppress by staying busy. It comes framed with the knowledge that there are these things here and now where she can avoid the should haves and the regret, with just a few little things.
But Ignis is still asleep and his breathing is still and even, so, for now, Kate shifts a little closer and curls her arm around his waist, saying nothing. )
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i'm not sure we have *enough* threads... but you know what this is.
Date: 2018-04-21 08:26 pm (UTC)She doesn't feel the gut-twist of guilt right away, not while pressing fingers into the corners of her eyes to pull away sleep, too busy stirring to realise that something is off. Kate pushes hair that's fallen loose from her forehead and opens her eyes-
And that's when the ache comes. It knots her insides up with the same intensity those words said last month did, her head echoing with a song and dance it's used many a time, though never before in this context. How she hasn't said anything, that she should for once, rather than holding everything in and hoping that it's obvious. How after ten years she still hasn't made up for never saying it to her brother when she should have.
Should have seems to come up a lot in her life. Should have said more, sooner, done more. All these things she can't change which prick back at her stomach in a way she'd suppress by staying busy. It comes framed with the knowledge that there are these things here and now where she can avoid the should haves and the regret, with just a few little things.
But Ignis is still asleep and his breathing is still and even, so, for now, Kate shifts a little closer and curls her arm around his waist, saying nothing. )