A large, tender heart pounds away in his chest. It's the thing that drew her to him in the first place. It's his nature to find the positive in even his most harrowing moments. The light in the dark. A direct contrast to her own habits of searching for the worst parts of even the best situations. He may not regret the temptations Baba Yaga imposed upon him (knowingly, she thinks sharply) but Sharon won't let it happen again, not if it's in her power to change it.
"If you ever bite someone," the words are a promise on her lips as she presses her other hand against his chest, above the heart. She knows what it takes to kill a vampire: heart, head, fire, "I will kill you." Saying it out loud makes her heart sink. The very idea breaks it. "But I will do whatever it takes to make certain it never comes to that."
By any means necessary. For every doubt she has stuffed away in her, she doesn't lack for confidence in at least one area of her life.
There is something daunting about the connection a bond would create between them, though whatever wariness she feels has little to do with the intensity and depth of his emotions. She would have no problem drowning in him. But what of the things she'll gift to him in return? Would he see the monsters she does when the stress gets to be too much? Feel the rage and violent impulses?
She drops her hand from his chest to rest it on his hip and her gaze drops with it, lips pursed. Idly, with her other hand, she plays with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
"You know what a bond might help me with?" She asks him seriously, attention pulled back up to his face, "It might give me a heads up when shit gets bad for you... and vice versa." She doesn't have to worry about bloodlust but she does have a rage that can twist the world.
"It might give me an extra moment to help you or stop you." This is just as much for her as it is him. "But killing you," she laughs suddenly, eyes damp, "I would rather kill every single person I've ever met here." Wide-eyed and serious. Her promise stands: she will kill him if it comes down to that but that doesn't mean she wouldn't rather do anything else.
"The only thing about a bond that puts me on edge," a moments hesitation as she tries to build up her courage, "is what you will feel from me. I don't think you know just how awful I am."
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"If you ever bite someone," the words are a promise on her lips as she presses her other hand against his chest, above the heart. She knows what it takes to kill a vampire: heart, head, fire, "I will kill you." Saying it out loud makes her heart sink. The very idea breaks it. "But I will do whatever it takes to make certain it never comes to that."
By any means necessary. For every doubt she has stuffed away in her, she doesn't lack for confidence in at least one area of her life.
There is something daunting about the connection a bond would create between them, though whatever wariness she feels has little to do with the intensity and depth of his emotions. She would have no problem drowning in him. But what of the things she'll gift to him in return? Would he see the monsters she does when the stress gets to be too much? Feel the rage and violent impulses?
She drops her hand from his chest to rest it on his hip and her gaze drops with it, lips pursed. Idly, with her other hand, she plays with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
"You know what a bond might help me with?" She asks him seriously, attention pulled back up to his face, "It might give me a heads up when shit gets bad for you... and vice versa." She doesn't have to worry about bloodlust but she does have a rage that can twist the world.
"It might give me an extra moment to help you or stop you." This is just as much for her as it is him. "But killing you," she laughs suddenly, eyes damp, "I would rather kill every single person I've ever met here." Wide-eyed and serious. Her promise stands: she will kill him if it comes down to that but that doesn't mean she wouldn't rather do anything else.
"The only thing about a bond that puts me on edge," a moments hesitation as she tries to build up her courage, "is what you will feel from me. I don't think you know just how awful I am."
And still, she's willing to risk it for him.