[With nothing more to do with her hands, Meryl shifts to the next most logical thing β washing their mugs out. It wouldn't do to just leave them in the sink, not when they were otherwise idling in the kitchen as it is. She holds her hand out expectantly for the other mug. One way or another, she'll turn back to the sink and start scrubbing. The water runs low, so she can hear Knives perfectly as he speaks.
Not that it matters. Not when she doubts the words she hears anyway.
Her immediate response is to drop the mug she's holding. It's a lucky thing that it wasn't far from the bottom of the basin. The mug thunks against the bottom, but thankfully doesn't shatter. With her back turned to him, he can't see the way her eyes go wide and wild.
His name, the one presumably given at birth, is not lost on her. Anyone that survived July had probably been haunted by the desperate cries of it as two brothers warred through the buildings. Despite knowing, however, she'd never dared to speak the name aloud. If it was something that was meant to be wildly known, Knives would have referred to himself as such.
The conclusion was easy: it wasn't hers to use. At least, not until now.
Leaving the sink be for now, Meryl turns around. Her hands are wiped on her pantlegs, all while she, too tries to find steady ground within her mind.]
Are you sure? [She winces even as she speaks. Clearly he's sure, he wouldn't say it if that weren't the case. But the words are already out in the air, and all she can do is speak around them.] It's not awkward to me, at all, that's not the problem. I just... don't want you to feel like it's an obligation.
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Date: 2024-01-19 10:35 pm (UTC)Not that it matters. Not when she doubts the words she hears anyway.
Her immediate response is to drop the mug she's holding. It's a lucky thing that it wasn't far from the bottom of the basin. The mug thunks against the bottom, but thankfully doesn't shatter. With her back turned to him, he can't see the way her eyes go wide and wild.
His name, the one presumably given at birth, is not lost on her. Anyone that survived July had probably been haunted by the desperate cries of it as two brothers warred through the buildings. Despite knowing, however, she'd never dared to speak the name aloud. If it was something that was meant to be wildly known, Knives would have referred to himself as such.
The conclusion was easy: it wasn't hers to use. At least, not until now.
Leaving the sink be for now, Meryl turns around. Her hands are wiped on her pantlegs, all while she, too tries to find steady ground within her mind.]
Are you sure? [She winces even as she speaks. Clearly he's sure, he wouldn't say it if that weren't the case. But the words are already out in the air, and all she can do is speak around them.] It's not awkward to me, at all, that's not the problem. I just... don't want you to feel like it's an obligation.