[ If it wasn't for the itchy, oozing pain still beating in her thigh then she'd be tempted to think this whole thing was a dream. Everything suddenly feels fragile and strange, a moment paused like a held breath that might crack apart and break if she says or does the wrong thing. Rain beats against the windows, wind howls outside but the only thing she can really hear is the pounding of her heart and Oberon's breath. He's so close she can feel it skimming her neck with each exhale. It occurs to her - he's close enough to bite out her throat, if the mood struck him. But he probably won't.
He's so frightening. He's coarse and mean, sharp edged in all the places Ai has forced herself to be soft and yielding. In just about every way imaginable, they don't match up at all. But if he's kind to her like this, if there's a person here who'll be gentle with her in the ways nobody else is -
All of a sudden, she's a little afraid again. For all the wrong reasons.
Her fingers tug at his sleeve. ]
... it still hurts.
[ The wound isn't fully closed. It's by no means an emergency anymore and could be left to heal naturally. But if he keeps holding onto her like that, Ai doesn't know what she'll do. ]
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He's so frightening. He's coarse and mean, sharp edged in all the places Ai has forced herself to be soft and yielding. In just about every way imaginable, they don't match up at all. But if he's kind to her like this, if there's a person here who'll be gentle with her in the ways nobody else is -
All of a sudden, she's a little afraid again. For all the wrong reasons.
Her fingers tug at his sleeve. ]
... it still hurts.
[ The wound isn't fully closed. It's by no means an emergency anymore and could be left to heal naturally. But if he keeps holding onto her like that, Ai doesn't know what she'll do. ]