[ the sad eyes.. they're far more effective than any mother henning ignis could dish out tbh. at least for alisaie. her tsun heart melts at the sight of his puppy dog eyes.
with a sigh and a withering glance, she stares down the soup again for a few more seconds before lifting the spoon and taking a mouthful. ugh. she's sure it's probably quite delicious, but her reaction is visceral nonetheless; the wave of nausea is sudden and quick, and it takes some real willpower to swallow it down, but she manages.
another minute, another spoonful, another wave of nausea. maybe it's meant to be nourishing but it's sitting thick and heavy in her stomach, disagreeing with everything.
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with a sigh and a withering glance, she stares down the soup again for a few more seconds before lifting the spoon and taking a mouthful. ugh. she's sure it's probably quite delicious, but her reaction is visceral nonetheless; the wave of nausea is sudden and quick, and it takes some real willpower to swallow it down, but she manages.
another minute, another spoonful, another wave of nausea. maybe it's meant to be nourishing but it's sitting thick and heavy in her stomach, disagreeing with everything.
the things she does for love. ]