[She can see that anger roiling in his gaze beneath the realization of what it is those words of hers mean. Once more, she tries to find that part of herself that would feel more recompense at this. Payback for that hole he had left in her heart... but it's buried so deep beneath everything else that she can't. Perhaps it was the vengeful harpy herself that brought out that side of her, who slumbers in the furthest depths of her consciousness, unreachable.
It would be the easier explanation than all of this.
Easier to explain away that it is only because Garuda is missing than figuring out what these feelings are as she watches him work through it. Watches the pain settle into those wrinkles around his eyes, or in the way his jaw tightens.
But her struggles don't pause long enough for her to see much else.]
Yes, fight! I waited for you and you—
[Except she doesn't get out much more than that, for she feels something else swell up inside her as her back crashes against the wall, and his lips capture hers.
It takes her by surprise, her eyes opening wide in both alarm and confusion, but then she's struggling against him, pushing back. Shoving and punching and sobbing because why the fuck, of all the times for him to do this, it had to be now—
Had to be when it is too late.
When he does not relent to her struggles, however...
Another feeling hits her.
A feeling that has her melting between him and the wall instead, her wrestling turning into her grappling for him, reaching for him.
A longing that has festered for six long years finally unchained, every link being pulled loose and collapsing beneath her as she fights him, though not for freedom, but for control until she's pressing back just as firmly, growling low past her lips before taking him again.]
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It would be the easier explanation than all of this.
Easier to explain away that it is only because Garuda is missing than figuring out what these feelings are as she watches him work through it. Watches the pain settle into those wrinkles around his eyes, or in the way his jaw tightens.
But her struggles don't pause long enough for her to see much else.]
Yes, fight! I waited for you and you—
[Except she doesn't get out much more than that, for she feels something else swell up inside her as her back crashes against the wall, and his lips capture hers.
It takes her by surprise, her eyes opening wide in both alarm and confusion, but then she's struggling against him, pushing back. Shoving and punching and sobbing because why the fuck, of all the times for him to do this, it had to be now—
Had to be when it is too late.
When he does not relent to her struggles, however...
Another feeling hits her.
A feeling that has her melting between him and the wall instead, her wrestling turning into her grappling for him, reaching for him.
A longing that has festered for six long years finally unchained, every link being pulled loose and collapsing beneath her as she fights him, though not for freedom, but for control until she's pressing back just as firmly, growling low past her lips before taking him again.]