He's set everything out so nicely. Thoughtfully. And none of it goes unnoticed, not even as she pulls him into her, arms looped around him in more of a hold than a hug. She notices he's even pulled out her current favorite tea, a fruity white, and set out the little cakes she enjoys with it. Her heart flutters in her chest with warmth and appreciation.
She presses her lips against his cheek in a silent show of that gratitude and in direct response to his declaration of love.
Her teeth grind together briefly when he mentions Baba Yaga and how she served blood. Anger rises up her throat like stomach acid. The only real sign of her rage is the slow way she exhales out her nose, carefully controlled, as her hold on him tightens. No escape, he'd said. Cowered. She breathes him in to keep her thoughts from straying far.
The horrors she would inflict upon this world for him.
"Remind me not to accept her next invitation then," She tries to sound light-hearted. Unbothered. As long as she is here, she will turn blood into ash if it lessens his stress and suffering. Even if he's handled worse, even if Trench was worse, she wants nothing more for him than peace of mind. She pulls back from him, her cool palm against the nape of his neck, blue gaze thoughtful.
"If there's anything I can do to help you out, you'll let me know, right?" No matter what it might require of her. Even if he needs her to stop him one day, "You don't have to deal with it alone. Ever."
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She presses her lips against his cheek in a silent show of that gratitude and in direct response to his declaration of love.
Her teeth grind together briefly when he mentions Baba Yaga and how she served blood. Anger rises up her throat like stomach acid. The only real sign of her rage is the slow way she exhales out her nose, carefully controlled, as her hold on him tightens. No escape, he'd said. Cowered. She breathes him in to keep her thoughts from straying far.
The horrors she would inflict upon this world for him.
"Remind me not to accept her next invitation then," She tries to sound light-hearted. Unbothered. As long as she is here, she will turn blood into ash if it lessens his stress and suffering. Even if he's handled worse, even if Trench was worse, she wants nothing more for him than peace of mind. She pulls back from him, her cool palm against the nape of his neck, blue gaze thoughtful.
"If there's anything I can do to help you out, you'll let me know, right?" No matter what it might require of her. Even if he needs her to stop him one day, "You don't have to deal with it alone. Ever."