[ and sometimes those lies got people killed. the singer! her jaw clenches. the locket trembles in her fingers and she has to set it suddenly down upon the table with a gentle clunk. ] I've told you so many lies. Stiles. I'm sorry. You never deserved to be lied to -- you've only been sweet and kind and then you came to help me and...
[ her words come thick and fast. there is no mistaking her mild panic and the way in which every sentence sounds like a prelude to begging. pleading. maybe she can secure his forgiveness before she confesses -- or so thinks a dark and scheming part of her. ]
no subject
[ and sometimes those lies got people killed. the singer! her jaw clenches. the locket trembles in her fingers and she has to set it suddenly down upon the table with a gentle clunk. ] I've told you so many lies. Stiles. I'm sorry. You never deserved to be lied to -- you've only been sweet and kind and then you came to help me and...
[ her words come thick and fast. there is no mistaking her mild panic and the way in which every sentence sounds like a prelude to begging. pleading. maybe she can secure his forgiveness before she confesses -- or so thinks a dark and scheming part of her. ]