dear_mun | (no subject)

I suspect that your sights might be anything but still at this point. Indecision is debilitating, they say. It feeds until nothing is left, holding close. They had their say, but I say there is something left—bones.

[ A pause. The slight tilt of her head, leaving a wave of false ease in her expression. As if a nerve was close to rearing it's ugly head, but shoo'd back into sleep. A stoic Queen. ]

Not admirable, but where I will be relies completely on you. [ My life in your hands, she avoids. The weight of that may lead into a stumble. ] And as I trust, once the decision has been found, it will be entirely non-negotiable. Now that, as I hope to see, would be entirely admirable.