[There's something that snaps inside of Benedikta. It's immediate, abrupt, and so jarring that she hadn't even remembered the thread being there in the first place. A thread—no, a chain that inextricably and eternally binds her to him. It takes the form of the pendant in her pocket, and she finds herself reaching for it, her fingers wrapping around it tight in an effort to quell the storm that tug had provoked.
Because for as strong as those bindings are, they also burn—they eat away at her with each moment she spends with him. Even now, as they've wandered the ship together, she thought about it. It was all she could think about. How, no matter how badly she wants to push him away and be fucking done with him forever, she cannot help it. Each time she tries to turn and walk away, her heart calls out to him and keeps her rooted where he is. In what she thought were her very last moments, the only thing it wished for... was him...
So when he is the one that pulls like that, it's both unexpected and gut-wrenching. The shackles of the fate that tie them together damage her because of all the times to say so...
Why now? Why here?
It feels as if he's taken everything that he's ever done, and all her hurt, all the betrayal that's bled black into her heart and spat it out back at her. As if all of those years without him where they spent fighting and arguing and hating one another meant absolutely nothing to him.
Her eyes had been downcast, but when she lifts them to meet his, whatever lightness in her expression—though it was very little—is gone, washing away to make room for that fire of rage he stoked. Almost like he knew...]
You would say that to me now? After everything?
[To ask her to be a part of something of his making... to accept her... As if that were never once an option?]
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Because for as strong as those bindings are, they also burn—they eat away at her with each moment she spends with him. Even now, as they've wandered the ship together, she thought about it. It was all she could think about. How, no matter how badly she wants to push him away and be fucking done with him forever, she cannot help it. Each time she tries to turn and walk away, her heart calls out to him and keeps her rooted where he is. In what she thought were her very last moments, the only thing it wished for... was him...
So when he is the one that pulls like that, it's both unexpected and gut-wrenching. The shackles of the fate that tie them together damage her because of all the times to say so...
Why now? Why here?
It feels as if he's taken everything that he's ever done, and all her hurt, all the betrayal that's bled black into her heart and spat it out back at her. As if all of those years without him where they spent fighting and arguing and hating one another meant absolutely nothing to him.
Her eyes had been downcast, but when she lifts them to meet his, whatever lightness in her expression—though it was very little—is gone, washing away to make room for that fire of rage he stoked. Almost like he knew...]
You would say that to me now? After everything?
[To ask her to be a part of something of his making... to accept her... As if that were never once an option?]