[ For a few seconds she holds, and then the tense defensive fury that had risen in her breaks. It runs out of her body like water, leaves room for her to see better what was under the swell of it.
So ready. She is always so ready to believe she will be set aside. To know. And for the first time she thinks that this, this constant terror, is why it is she wants so badly to be wanted past control into something dangerous. He could not leave her, then.
And if it is not that, why would he stay?
She turns her face into his shoulder to hide it and her thoughts, and her shame, and then after a moment of quiet nods meekly. ]
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So ready. She is always so ready to believe she will be set aside. To know. And for the first time she thinks that this, this constant terror, is why it is she wants so badly to be wanted past control into something dangerous. He could not leave her, then.
And if it is not that, why would he stay?
She turns her face into his shoulder to hide it and her thoughts, and her shame, and then after a moment of quiet nods meekly. ]