[Help? Saya nearly scoffs, overtired from her own ponderings. Too likely this is a curse, some trick of their minds that traps them in the circumstance least apt for comfort. Beyond that, she has no answers, and her mind is too bursting with questions to reach for any even were they possible.]
I don't know what this place is, or how I got here. [There. Answered. Stilted but honest, as much so as she can allow herself to be when warring pieces of her want to rush into his arms or tear his throat out with only a blur of glowing red irises to prepare him. Saya isn't sure which impulse wounds her more.]
[Rather than flare menacingly, her eyes sting until she forces them shut. Knowing what he must intend to tell her, curses and poor timing and feelings for her that don't rise to her painfully obvious desires, everything she knows already, it doesn't ultimately matter. Saya knew from the beginning how it was, and he'd told her often enough in ways explicit and otherwise. The rebuffed Queen in her doesn't much care for logic, however, only for the aching loneliness left behind. So crushing that it sent her to Karl's door with no excuse of a curse to defend herself, and saw her splayed on the edge of his desk with only moonlight and gleaming eyes separating them. (The call of their blood is a folly worth clinging to, but isn't that only proving her point?)]
I get it. You didn't want to hurt me or whatever. [But he did, and that it's never his fault can't fix the triple-knotted mess inside her. She can't hear it again, his way of letting her down easy that makes it impossible to be furious.]
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Date: 2021-10-15 09:39 pm (UTC)I don't know what this place is, or how I got here. [There. Answered. Stilted but honest, as much so as she can allow herself to be when warring pieces of her want to rush into his arms or tear his throat out with only a blur of glowing red irises to prepare him. Saya isn't sure which impulse wounds her more.]
[Rather than flare menacingly, her eyes sting until she forces them shut. Knowing what he must intend to tell her, curses and poor timing and feelings for her that don't rise to her painfully obvious desires, everything she knows already, it doesn't ultimately matter. Saya knew from the beginning how it was, and he'd told her often enough in ways explicit and otherwise. The rebuffed Queen in her doesn't much care for logic, however, only for the aching loneliness left behind. So crushing that it sent her to Karl's door with no excuse of a curse to defend herself, and saw her splayed on the edge of his desk with only moonlight and gleaming eyes separating them. (The call of their blood is a folly worth clinging to, but isn't that only proving her point?)]
I get it. You didn't want to hurt me or whatever. [But he did, and that it's never his fault can't fix the triple-knotted mess inside her. She can't hear it again, his way of letting her down easy that makes it impossible to be furious.]