And Dahlia puts her head on his after, sighing dreamily.
It's a mistake. Not by any fault of Radar's---- frankly, he deserves better than this. But it's a mistake all the same, because of what Dahlia is. What's hiding under this pretty veneer. A mistake she's made before, almost beat for beat.
It's different, with Laios, or Daisy, or Jeff. They have reasons to understand her. They'd be hypocrites not to. She can rely on that. But Radar... there is a gentleness to him, a warmth that is so comfortable, yet so antithetical to everything that she is. He is a hearth and she is a wildfire. It is unfair to ask him to accept her as she is.
And so ensues the quiet bittersweetness of enjoying the moment, enjoying the relationship, with the understanding of an expiration date. Perhaps if he listens through the haze of his own mind, the alcohol, and the din of partygoers, he can hear her final thought before she lets her mind go quiet.
Probably good to wrap here! :D
It's a mistake. Not by any fault of Radar's---- frankly, he deserves better than this. But it's a mistake all the same, because of what Dahlia is. What's hiding under this pretty veneer. A mistake she's made before, almost beat for beat.
It's different, with Laios, or Daisy, or Jeff. They have reasons to understand her. They'd be hypocrites not to. She can rely on that. But Radar... there is a gentleness to him, a warmth that is so comfortable, yet so antithetical to everything that she is. He is a hearth and she is a wildfire. It is unfair to ask him to accept her as she is.
And so ensues the quiet bittersweetness of enjoying the moment, enjoying the relationship, with the understanding of an expiration date. Perhaps if he listens through the haze of his own mind, the alcohol, and the din of partygoers, he can hear her final thought before she lets her mind go quiet.
It's a good night.