Not in any visible or easily discernable way. She sets down the eyeliner stick in her hand, the sound of it hitting the smooth counter of the vanity seeming oddly loud.
Scar.
A maelstrom of emotions are struggling to rise up in her. But their kept at bay by the solid blanket of dull shock that's dropped over her. Her face is unreadable, closed and guarded.
Scar.
It's been seven years. The bulk of her life in this world, really. And still she sleeps in his old shirts, still she thinks of him when certain songs come on the radio or the light falls through the window in a certain way. While there had been another man she'd loved, in those long years, it's still Scar that some part of her longs for and always will.
And Envy is telling her that he's here.
She realizes she's been silent a long while. Shaking herself, wrestling with her feelings, she snatches up a make-up wipe. To hell with the rest of the night, the boys can handle it.]
I'll be home shortly.
[It's all she can manage before snapping off the Gear, lest Envy see her overcome with emotion.]
[video]
The other person who came back is Scar.
He's in the kitchen. They showed up at the house together.
[...]
Well. Henry came in the door and Scar climbed in my window.
[video]
Not in any visible or easily discernable way. She sets down the eyeliner stick in her hand, the sound of it hitting the smooth counter of the vanity seeming oddly loud.
Scar.
A maelstrom of emotions are struggling to rise up in her. But their kept at bay by the solid blanket of dull shock that's dropped over her. Her face is unreadable, closed and guarded.
Scar.
It's been seven years. The bulk of her life in this world, really. And still she sleeps in his old shirts, still she thinks of him when certain songs come on the radio or the light falls through the window in a certain way. While there had been another man she'd loved, in those long years, it's still Scar that some part of her longs for and always will.
And Envy is telling her that he's here.
She realizes she's been silent a long while. Shaking herself, wrestling with her feelings, she snatches up a make-up wipe. To hell with the rest of the night, the boys can handle it.]
I'll be home shortly.
[It's all she can manage before snapping off the Gear, lest Envy see her overcome with emotion.]