you could break my heart in two, but when it heals, it beats for you
It doesn’t make her feel better to hear it.
She doesn’t shrink back or let the tears fall but it wouldn’t matter because the rain pours down upon them blurring the lines of her beautiful markings and leaving no room for tear-tracks on her face. It is too hard to fight him, he doesn’t want to bandy words with her, he wants to frighten and push her away. Kensa should have left when he warned her away, but now she has tasted him, had his mouth on hers and the vicious sting of his teeth punctuating the insistence of his touch. Ruined.
“You don’t know me.”Kensa’s voice is mournful when she cuts in, raising it over the din of the storm in the trees around them, wind keening through the branches. She has listened with her wet eyes trained on his face watching it shift through its phases of darkness but never relenting, never giving her anything to grab onto to hold him. He doesn’t know her, and yes he is saying exactly the same thing, even if she does not mean it the same way. The words are useless, small hands pulling at the scaled arm of a leviathan.
Right now, I would beat myself black and blue for you.
She drops her head away from the fury of the rain, but the lightning splitting the darkness overhead doesn’t even stir a twitch from her soaked hide. Brigade steps back and finally Kensa does the same, though she doesn’t let go completely. “Try to fucking destroy me. “ Kensa snorts, shakes the rainwater soaked forelock from where it is plastered on her face and spins away from him. The earth beneath her feet is sucking mud already but Kensa digs in and throws herself into the empty meadow, surefooted, fleet beneath the driving rain. She could go to the river and go right home but doesn’t, she needs to run, to feel the distance stretching between herself and Brigade as raw as the longing to look back and see if he is leaving.
The wet earth under her feet, the storm drowning out the sounds of hooves, of rapid fire breathing. She needs the drugging adrenaline of this flight, the vicious beauty, to wash away whatever has just happened to her.
Kensa
@[brigade] I'm not wrapping this, but she is def running the fuck off.
