[ it's a sentiment she doesn't take lightly, however the current context would have her believe. like so many other things spoken and done between them, there's more than one layer to dissect, meaning upon subtext upon meaning flooding their interactions for as long as she's known him. like somehow simple truth isn't enough to possibly convey all that they need to.
funny how a month or so of sharing spaces can do. ]
Remember saying that after you see what I've done to you.
[ stepping around him, she takes brief refuge in being away from his gripping gaze. a second to gather herself, and then she's turning her attention back to the tawny strands at hand. combing her fingers through his hair, dragging fingertips along his scalp. getting a sense of the lay of the land, swooping her fingers down to trace his hairline along the back of his neck. she takes a first snip, the sound like a knife through the air. did she even stop to think about it? ]
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funny how a month or so of sharing spaces can do. ]
Remember saying that after you see what I've done to you.
[ stepping around him, she takes brief refuge in being away from his gripping gaze. a second to gather herself, and then she's turning her attention back to the tawny strands at hand. combing her fingers through his hair, dragging fingertips along his scalp. getting a sense of the lay of the land, swooping her fingers down to trace his hairline along the back of his neck. she takes a first snip, the sound like a knife through the air. did she even stop to think about it? ]