[ Another noise. Thin, like she'd tried to catch it and quiet it on the way out then given up entirely on silencing it. Her heart is pounding so hard in her throat it's a wonder anything made it's way out — but her head is spinning too fast for her to make any that would make sense, anyway.
He's angry — but not at her. If he really, truly wanted to hurt her then it wouldn't take even the slightest bit of effort for him to do so. His grip on her hair and her hand stings, his teeth risk breaking skin. But it isn't anger or disgust that wrenches something like that out of you — it's fear. This is mine. Don't touch it. Don't dirty it. This is precious to me, so please— don't steal it.
If you hold onto something hard enough to leave bruises, it's because you don't want to lose it. If you leave marks, it's because you want people to know it belongs to you.
For a second, she can't breathe at all. ]
... Oberon. Ah, no... Vortigern.
[ Her fingers curl around his a little uncertainly. Could it really be that simple? Could it really be something this awful and lovely all at once? ]
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He's angry — but not at her. If he really, truly wanted to hurt her then it wouldn't take even the slightest bit of effort for him to do so. His grip on her hair and her hand stings, his teeth risk breaking skin. But it isn't anger or disgust that wrenches something like that out of you — it's fear. This is mine. Don't touch it. Don't dirty it. This is precious to me, so please— don't steal it.
If you hold onto something hard enough to leave bruises, it's because you don't want to lose it. If you leave marks, it's because you want people to know it belongs to you.
For a second, she can't breathe at all. ]
... Oberon. Ah, no... Vortigern.
[ Her fingers curl around his a little uncertainly. Could it really be that simple? Could it really be something this awful and lovely all at once? ]
It's okay. You don't have to hurt me.