( Wrath's gaze remains on the tattoo where his finger traces the serpent as it spans up over the dagger, surrounded by flowers, by the moon. It is beautiful. He did not appreciate it at first with his twisted memories, thinking he had been bound permanently to someone he hated and someone who hated him in turn.
When he remembered after saving her, he feared how much she would grow to hate him further when she realized what the bond was - to be tied to someone she does not remember against her will. He knows what that is like. He gave up everything. He fell to avoid that fate for himself.
And unwittingly, he was part of providing her with that same fate without any guarantee that she would remember or even if she would love him still if she ever did. It is his curse she got wrapped up in, and look at all it has put her through, the powerful goddess of Fury.
It is only when she speaks that he lifts his gaze from her tattoo to her face, and his hand lifts, cups the side of her face, slipping into her dark hair. His answer is a nod, solemn and pained. )
It did not work.
( But it was his own way of fighting against the curse, against the inevitability. )
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When he remembered after saving her, he feared how much she would grow to hate him further when she realized what the bond was - to be tied to someone she does not remember against her will. He knows what that is like. He gave up everything. He fell to avoid that fate for himself.
And unwittingly, he was part of providing her with that same fate without any guarantee that she would remember or even if she would love him still if she ever did. It is his curse she got wrapped up in, and look at all it has put her through, the powerful goddess of Fury.
It is only when she speaks that he lifts his gaze from her tattoo to her face, and his hand lifts, cups the side of her face, slipping into her dark hair. His answer is a nod, solemn and pained. )
It did not work.
( But it was his own way of fighting against the curse, against the inevitability. )