[ Surprise flickers across his expression as he hits the ground, landing hard. Both arms raise to block the next strike, eyes narrowing at the accusation that comes instead. Something churns with a furnace heat, demands he lash back at her.
He tastes blood, biting the inside of his cheek so hard to silence that unwanted voice. It's wrong, demanding that his anger raise in response to her disappointment, her rejection. He doesn't respond immediately, but his gaze doesn't leave her face, the raised fist in his peripheral vision.
He feels very much like himself.
His voice is flat, his words slow and direct, and a little bit tired. ]
I don't need to be worthy. [ Whatever that means to this version of her. Whatever it is she's becoming, this strangeness to her ever since he woke up again (maybe before even that). The distance between them, forced space that will end in collision, because so long as they're both awake they can't be separated. ] And they didn't leave because they weren't.
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He tastes blood, biting the inside of his cheek so hard to silence that unwanted voice. It's wrong, demanding that his anger raise in response to her disappointment, her rejection. He doesn't respond immediately, but his gaze doesn't leave her face, the raised fist in his peripheral vision.
He feels very much like himself.
His voice is flat, his words slow and direct, and a little bit tired. ]
I don't need to be worthy. [ Whatever that means to this version of her. Whatever it is she's becoming, this strangeness to her ever since he woke up again (maybe before even that). The distance between them, forced space that will end in collision, because so long as they're both awake they can't be separated. ] And they didn't leave because they weren't.