( Her hand loosens its grip on his shirt as he takes hold of it, their twined fingers so close to his heart. ☪
She's piecing more together as she goes. Finding holes everywhere.
Remembering the time Wrath stated he and his brothers have strict rules they're governed by in the Seven Circles, and severe penalties if they're broken. It stands to reason curses have their own strict rules, their own severe penalties, and she knows so little of both.
She wants to shake him and demand he explain everything. She wants to split him open and finally see. She has to know, she's always had to. To not know is to be in the dark. To not know is to be ruled. She vows there will come a time she's never without answers again.
Yet the sound of her name. It roots her in place. It lodges something in her throat, some burrowed memory wanting to explain the reason: why he sometimes looks so resigned, why she feels a longing for a home she does not remember. She swallows through it, meaning to say something, anything — )
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She's piecing more together as she goes. Finding holes everywhere.
Remembering the time Wrath stated he and his brothers have strict rules they're governed by in the Seven Circles, and severe penalties if they're broken. It stands to reason curses have their own strict rules, their own severe penalties, and she knows so little of both.
She wants to shake him and demand he explain everything. She wants to split him open and finally see. She has to know, she's always had to. To not know is to be in the dark. To not know is to be ruled. She vows there will come a time she's never without answers again.
Yet the sound of her name. It roots her in place. It lodges something in her throat, some burrowed memory wanting to explain the reason: why he sometimes looks so resigned, why she feels a longing for a home she does not remember. She swallows through it, meaning to say something, anything — )