[ All she does is watch him. When her guard is down, when she isn't so wrapped up in her head she can't see straight, Vriska is a startlingly adept judge of character. And she picks up on a lot of nuances in Noh-Varr now that she might not notice if this were her drama. She sees his tension, his caution, his stiffness. And the instant she sees those things, she knows he's about to lie to her. The words, when they come, are really secondary; she hardly hears them. All she has to know is what they mean.
It slams into her all at once, right into the center of her chest, that he doesn't trust her and never has. She draws a slightly shaky breath in, then shuts her eyes, nodding slowly. Ducking her chin, she lifts her hands to pull her hair back over her shoulders. The hurt is there, in the way her arms move, in the way she breathes, but she does a surprisingly good job of keeping the pain out of her face. Noh's obvious distrust, his lie, are a knife between her ribs. And he's not the one who put that knife there.
She is.
And knowing that fact is what gets her to breathe in, let go of her hair, and look at him again. ]
Okay, [ she says, her voice measured and quieter than it was a moment ago. ] Someday, Noh. Someday.
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It slams into her all at once, right into the center of her chest, that he doesn't trust her and never has. She draws a slightly shaky breath in, then shuts her eyes, nodding slowly. Ducking her chin, she lifts her hands to pull her hair back over her shoulders. The hurt is there, in the way her arms move, in the way she breathes, but she does a surprisingly good job of keeping the pain out of her face. Noh's obvious distrust, his lie, are a knife between her ribs. And he's not the one who put that knife there.
She is.
And knowing that fact is what gets her to breathe in, let go of her hair, and look at him again. ]
Okay, [ she says, her voice measured and quieter than it was a moment ago. ] Someday, Noh. Someday.
[ Someday I'll earn your faith. ]