Her mother tongue only surfaced when common failed to express adequately how furious something made her. Her tears fell between rasped breaths. The years alone to then discover he was alive all this time crushed her. When his fingers brushed against her skin at first she pulled back, but her force was moot, easily succumbing to his guidance as she settled on the table next to him.
Eyes tracked where he took her hand, her palm splayed out against the thrumming engineering where his heart should be. She’d glance back at where the hollow lingered, returning to find him studying her.[color=#008e02] “It’s still there…” [/color]well. Not quite, but she knew he’d understand she meant metaphorically. He’d wipe her tears, body trembling, torn between elation and fury.
Megara scoffed. [color=#008e02]“You never brought me in and I was never a thief, either. That was always your job.”[/color] Despite the storm of emotion going on around her, she still had some sense to crack a joke. Though it fell again into frustration as he bent the truth, again. [color=#008e02]“You said, we would. Nothing about leaving me behind.”[/color] Because that's what happened, three months after the explosion and hope of any more survivors trickling home had finally wilted. Meg woke up to a note slipped under her door. Don’t come in anymore. Debts been cancelled. John-Marc says you ain’t bound to the C anymore.
Abandoned. Alone, again.
Fresh tears pricked at her eyes, lips trembled trying to keep the sobs in with his words, his face so close and his hands cradling her head. [color=#008e02]“Sorry, doesn’t make the years without you hurt less, Nairn.”[/color] Her fist flew upwards, smacking him in the shoulder. Meg wanted to hit him more, even lifting the other a fraction before thinking better of it. Brows slew upwards and that look of oh shit! passed over her. She understood nothing about his chest piece, “it limits me,” came ringing back, eyes settling on it again before lifting them back to meet his.
Reaching up, fingers brushed across his chin, almost shaking, expecting him to disappear like nearly every morning. She pushed a lock of his hair back behind his ear. [color=#008e02]“You're still as stupidly shy and selfish as ever, vhenan. Do not think you can sway my.. I am so mad.. but when you talk like that... goddamn you.” [/color]
Eyes tracked where he took her hand, her palm splayed out against the thrumming engineering where his heart should be. She’d glance back at where the hollow lingered, returning to find him studying her.[color=#008e02] “It’s still there…” [/color]well. Not quite, but she knew he’d understand she meant metaphorically. He’d wipe her tears, body trembling, torn between elation and fury.
Megara scoffed. [color=#008e02]“You never brought me in and I was never a thief, either. That was always your job.”[/color] Despite the storm of emotion going on around her, she still had some sense to crack a joke. Though it fell again into frustration as he bent the truth, again. [color=#008e02]“You said, we would. Nothing about leaving me behind.”[/color] Because that's what happened, three months after the explosion and hope of any more survivors trickling home had finally wilted. Meg woke up to a note slipped under her door. Don’t come in anymore. Debts been cancelled. John-Marc says you ain’t bound to the C anymore.
Abandoned. Alone, again.
Fresh tears pricked at her eyes, lips trembled trying to keep the sobs in with his words, his face so close and his hands cradling her head. [color=#008e02]“Sorry, doesn’t make the years without you hurt less, Nairn.”[/color] Her fist flew upwards, smacking him in the shoulder. Meg wanted to hit him more, even lifting the other a fraction before thinking better of it. Brows slew upwards and that look of oh shit! passed over her. She understood nothing about his chest piece, “it limits me,” came ringing back, eyes settling on it again before lifting them back to meet his.
Reaching up, fingers brushed across his chin, almost shaking, expecting him to disappear like nearly every morning. She pushed a lock of his hair back behind his ear. [color=#008e02]“You're still as stupidly shy and selfish as ever, vhenan. Do not think you can sway my.. I am so mad.. but when you talk like that... goddamn you.” [/color]
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