my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

bornaleader:

Briefly, he stepped away from her. Under the dim moonlight, he could make out just how exhausted she was. It was way too much pressure for someone— a young girl at her age specifically. All that added weight on her shoulders, and he was amazed at how she was fairing. With a smile on her face, still completely intact. 

He had no doubt and he recognized her for her strengths, but she, like everyone else needed a break ever so often. He didn’t even bother looking at the documents littering over her desktop before he gathered them all and tucked them away into a small packet he found there.

“And you’ll finish those when you have time tomorrow— now let’s get you into bed, alright?” He added with a small chuckle as he offered his gloved hand. “Besides— I leave in a few hours. I’d like to see you are doing well before I go.”

        For a moment it looks as if she’s about to argue with him; mouth slightly open and poised with some sort of quip, but she deflates and exhales a long breath of surrender, watching apprehensively as he tucks her documents away in a packet. Perhaps he was right. Her focus was elsewhere as it was. A night of much needed rest would give her a clear mind for the morning and much better motivation to finish her work. She was useless like this, though she loathed to admit it.

         "I didn’t realise you were leaving already,“ she admits. In truth, she’s been so buried in her work she’s hardly given much thought to anything else aside from food, drink and the occasional four hours of sleep. Seeing her friends had all but been pushed to the backburner in lieu of trying to fix the mess that Future Industries had become.

        ”—- but… alright. You win. Only because I’m too exhausted to argue with you.“ As if on cue, she stifles a yawn and takes the offered hand before rising to her feet.