#now youve jazzed your relationship w your quasi-mom/sister/cousin/aunt

[solrites]

OKAY, SO, ACTUALLY - like, she hates that. for once, solveig isn't permissive and passive. because, actually, she really dislikes having her face touched, especially like that.

meaning: she reaches up, grasps aria's wrist over her sleeve, and yanks away her hand from her mouth. that was rude, first of all. solveig doesn't appreciate that. and won't feel bad for not appreciating that.

"okay, okay -- jesus. don't cover my mouth, what - what the fuck? what are you, nine?" drops aria's wrist, takes a step back. yuck. her face feels itchy and crawly now. even sanji gives her warning before touching her face. firm words, but not harsh. she's not being mean, per se. but it's jarring regardless, probably, coming from her.

"okay, fine. i won't sa-say it. i'm sorry. but like, don't put your - your hands on me - me like that, okay? i don-don't do -- i don't touch you, so - so like. can - can you not do that to me? yo-you could've just said that. i'm not - not stupid. i would've understood. don't do that."

@solrites // solveig said: i'm sorry. and i love you. 

“Stop it.” 

Aria, not gentle as she could be, puts a hand over Solveig’s mouth. 

“Stop. Stop.”

Aria closes her eyes.

She feels like she’s going to have a panic attack. She’s never had one before. This is just how it feels, probably. Like your lungs are shrinking, like the world is falling away, like she’s been thrown underwater and never had a mommy or daddy or whatever the fuck teach her how to swim. 

That last bit is true, at least—her daddy never taught her anything. 

“I don’t want you to love me. Okay? I don’t want that.”