purpose: (rey089)
ʀᴇʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ([personal profile] purpose) wrote in [personal profile] sololoquy 2019-08-29 03:13 am (UTC)

[ He almost grants her what she wants.

Rey's chin tips, almost regal in its gesture, to bare her throat. Not as a predator entrusting another with its weakest point, but goading him with its presentation, long and slender and easy to wrap his fingers around and squeeze as he is doubtlessly imagining. The bond feeds her that indulgent fantasy, too.

In the end, his imagination is sufficient if he will not give her the reality. It does nothing to free her, no, but it lends her the power he thinks he can strip from her. Emotionless in the face of his outburst, she looks on unblinkingly, listening to his stuttered breaths labored by unconcealed rage.
]

There are worst fates. [ A phantom burn stings the back of her hand, reddened from the damage he has done to himself. Rey doesn't react, though it's difficult to determine if it's obliviousness or numbness to the pain flaring there, seeping out of him and into her. ] You have me here, but you're still alone.

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting