[At first, when he holds her, she doesn't resist- but she also doesn't move, doesn't respond at all, too stunned to do anything but stare blankly for a moment.
You'll never deserve him. Never.
It echoes through her mind, the taunting voice of a petulant child, and she can't unhear it, can't unthink it, can't seem to stop the rising swell of shame and panic, the sudden spike of her heartbeat until it hurts her chest and makes her throat clench, and she tries to keep her breathing even, tries to calm down, tries to ease the desperate terror, to quell the urge to run, to push him away again, to make him understand that he-
'Right?'
... sounds terrified. Not of her, exactly- no, that would be far too reasonable, the fool- he sounds terrified of what she might do or say next.
Ridiculous, ridiculous man.
Angel. Demon. Whatever he was.
She doesn't remember deciding to slip her arms around him in return, clutching tightly to him and burying her face in his shoulder. But she does notice how quickly it seems to drive the anxious panic away. Her breathing seems to come evenly to her again, her heartrate steadying, the tension fleeing her body- except her arms, which still cling to him a little too tightly, a little too urgently, fingers just on the verge of digging into his shoulders.]
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You'll never deserve him. Never.
It echoes through her mind, the taunting voice of a petulant child, and she can't unhear it, can't unthink it, can't seem to stop the rising swell of shame and panic, the sudden spike of her heartbeat until it hurts her chest and makes her throat clench, and she tries to keep her breathing even, tries to calm down, tries to ease the desperate terror, to quell the urge to run, to push him away again, to make him understand that he-
'Right?'
... sounds terrified. Not of her, exactly- no, that would be far too reasonable, the fool- he sounds terrified of what she might do or say next.
Ridiculous, ridiculous man.
Angel. Demon. Whatever he was.
She doesn't remember deciding to slip her arms around him in return, clutching tightly to him and burying her face in his shoulder. But she does notice how quickly it seems to drive the anxious panic away. Her breathing seems to come evenly to her again, her heartrate steadying, the tension fleeing her body- except her arms, which still cling to him a little too tightly, a little too urgently, fingers just on the verge of digging into his shoulders.]