There's any number of reasons why, from the accidental to the intentional, the mundane to the deeply uncanny. Address moths were only meant to be temporary, used to shepherd information from place to place, not to retain the pictorial evidence of one girl's unfortunate choices in perpetuity. Darlington could give her the benefit of the doubt, assume the magic had somehow failed--Darrow's nexuses were different enough from New Haven's, that very well could have been the case--but caught within the teeth of their festering argument, it feels more like a rejection.
He'd done that for her, wiped her arms as clean as he could get them to let her start anew; showed her the beauty magic could bring, rather than the terror she'd known it to be up to that point. But if there's no use for Lethe here, no use for him, why wouldn't she find as many ways as possible to sever that connection?
Of course, if she's looking for as hard and harsh a break as possible after Kagura, Darlington suspects he knows how those tattoos of hers returned. He should wish her every happiness, want better for her even if she doesn't strive for it herself, but something twists low in his chest and when he speaks, it's not to say anything of the sort.
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Date: 2020-01-14 02:50 am (UTC)There's any number of reasons why, from the accidental to the intentional, the mundane to the deeply uncanny. Address moths were only meant to be temporary, used to shepherd information from place to place, not to retain the pictorial evidence of one girl's unfortunate choices in perpetuity. Darlington could give her the benefit of the doubt, assume the magic had somehow failed--Darrow's nexuses were different enough from New Haven's, that very well could have been the case--but caught within the teeth of their festering argument, it feels more like a rejection.
He'd done that for her, wiped her arms as clean as he could get them to let her start anew; showed her the beauty magic could bring, rather than the terror she'd known it to be up to that point. But if there's no use for Lethe here, no use for him, why wouldn't she find as many ways as possible to sever that connection?
Of course, if she's looking for as hard and harsh a break as possible after Kagura, Darlington suspects he knows how those tattoos of hers returned. He should wish her every happiness, want better for her even if she doesn't strive for it herself, but something twists low in his chest and when he speaks, it's not to say anything of the sort.
"Not so careful in the throes, then."