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Azula ([personal profile] itstillhurt) wrote2022-11-21 01:49 am
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Do not waste my time. It is more valuable to me than you are.
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[personal profile] itstillhurt 2024-06-20 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[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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[personal profile] lemoncandy 2024-06-21 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( There's a relief that settles into his own body, as his hug is reciprocated. It means that he's relaxing, too, the tension leaving his shoulders, his face turning a little more against her shoulder as he hugs tighter. If he minds the urgent, tight way she's squeezing him, he doesn't show it at all.

After a moment, he speaks. )

...See? Isn't this fine? ( There's still a trace of fear, even behind the calm, that quiet worry of rejection— but they've come this far. )

Stop worrying about what I should or shouldn't think, what I do or don't deserve. ...Stupid.

( That last word is very soft, very fond. )
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[personal profile] itstillhurt 2024-06-21 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[That manages to elicit a small noise that's somewhere between a laugh and a sob. When she speaks, she manages at least a fraction of her normal composure, despite murmuring into his shoulder. It's the best she can manage.]

Perhaps if you were less pathetic I wouldn't have to.

[The gently mocking tone, however, slips away a moment later, and her voice sounds shaky again when she adds-]

Don't leave. You can't leave.

[She knows it's demanding, knows she has no right, knows he can't even control it, but it slips out anyway. Childish. Foolish.]
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