[ This time the laugh is hers. Only it's not quite that, not fully, for she doesn't know what to do with laughter if she's being honest. But as he wrenches her hand away from his face, there's no mistaking the delight that brightens her eyes, or the way her lips turn up as they part so that she can suck in a sudden breath, allowing him his grip on her tensed hand.
Yes. It is there in his fear and fury, that darkness that calls out to her own. She searches his eyes for it, as if snapped awake and made all the more determined for having caught a glimpse of it before he rebuffed her. ]
Harder. [ She doesn't touch him this time, but the force of that spike drilling him bears down with greater force. ] Or I'll take everything. And so will he.
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Yes. It is there in his fear and fury, that darkness that calls out to her own. She searches his eyes for it, as if snapped awake and made all the more determined for having caught a glimpse of it before he rebuffed her. ]
Harder. [ She doesn't touch him this time, but the force of that spike drilling him bears down with greater force. ] Or I'll take everything. And so will he.