( Her voice remains whisper-light, eyes closing as the warmth of his palm settles over her face. She leans into that warmth, her own hand lifting to settle near his forearm. Her turn, now, to trace the ink that she unwittingly gave them.
It does not escape her notice she would've never had the means to summon him without Vittoria. And something inside of Wrath must have remembered her enough for him to decide to save her life in the first place, that night the viperidae attacked.
Love has its own brand of magic, as curses have their loopholes.
She shakes her head, the motion brushing against his touch. She thinks of Nonna Maria and her secrets. The tightness gathers in her throat further, cinching it with rue. A betrayal that deep would have been unimaginable to her once, certainly from the woman who taught her duty and kindness and ferocity. The rock in her world when her twin died, except that wasn't true, either.
There is so little that she can trust at the moment, including herself, and she finds that so frightening. An emotion she did not think she could feel anymore, after learning she was once the most feared. For good reason.
A tear slides down her cheek. Her mortal heart aches. ) I want to restore my memories in full. I want all of my power, and I will make no apology for that. But I don't know if I can go back to being who I was.
( The person he first fell in love with. ) Not exactly.
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( Her voice remains whisper-light, eyes closing as the warmth of his palm settles over her face. She leans into that warmth, her own hand lifting to settle near his forearm. Her turn, now, to trace the ink that she unwittingly gave them.
It does not escape her notice she would've never had the means to summon him without Vittoria. And something inside of Wrath must have remembered her enough for him to decide to save her life in the first place, that night the viperidae attacked.
Love has its own brand of magic, as curses have their loopholes.
She shakes her head, the motion brushing against his touch. She thinks of Nonna Maria and her secrets. The tightness gathers in her throat further, cinching it with rue. A betrayal that deep would have been unimaginable to her once, certainly from the woman who taught her duty and kindness and ferocity. The rock in her world when her twin died, except that wasn't true, either.
There is so little that she can trust at the moment, including herself, and she finds that so frightening. An emotion she did not think she could feel anymore, after learning she was once the most feared. For good reason.
A tear slides down her cheek. Her mortal heart aches. ) I want to restore my memories in full. I want all of my power, and I will make no apology for that. But I don't know if I can go back to being who I was.
( The person he first fell in love with. ) Not exactly.