09-29-2020, 09:44 PM
Medusa
She hummed in response to Rhine's words, knowing that at some point, something was going to break, and hell would be loose. She prayed that it wouldn't happen soon.
Lips twitched gently at the words he spoke next: insomnia? She looked at the sands at her feet. "I don't think insomnia would make me feel insecure of my surroundings. Even if my sleeping space is cramped, I still feel unsafe and insecure. Some nights I kind a nice rock to sleep under outside of camp, and it works." She hated to admit she didn't feel safe in camp, and didn't want Rhine to get the wrong idea... whatever that wrong idea was.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗