She wars with the things that clash in her chest—with the things that threaten to tear her apart. The pieces of her that soften at his confession, that latch onto the pieces of him that she sees within the reptilian eyes. The pieces of her that grow infuriated that he would drag this out, would force her to argue over the love and life that he has so deftly killed, the carcass torn asunder before them. She snarls to match his own.
For a moment, she says nothing—does not bother to respond to the things that he tosses her way.
It isn’t shattered.
It is bent, not broken.
I am not whole without you.
The words ring in her ears and stoke the flames in her heart until they roar up her throat, until she tastes the ash on her tongue and mourns the death of it. Still, he follows them up with more threats and its enough to keep her resolve, to keep her growling and not softening, to stand off against him.
“Maybe,” she admits he says that he could break her. She knows that it’s true. Her arrogance is not so great that she thinks that she could take on a dragon and walk away unscathed, but her knowledge of such things has also never stopped her from trying. It didn’t stop her from yelling at Carnage, at thumbing her nose at the dark god. It wouldn’t stop her now. Even when it was Castile that she was facing off against.
She doesn’t flinch when he slams his tail, her lips pulling back over her teeth. “You’re not the only thing that’s dangerous here,” she snarls, flexing her claws. “And you better hope like hell you have your shit together before you do.” Like him, she’s not sure what she truly means. Did she hold onto hope that he would come back as himself? Did she hope he would be together enough to make it a worthy hunt?
It doesn’t matter.
Because her patience has worn thin and without thinking, she roars and launches forward, swiping her paws at whatever piece of him she can find. Hoping that his face is low enough that she can find purchase on the more delicate pieces of it—the eyes, the nostrils. Enough to distract him that she can jump over his tail and run forward into the shadows. Where she should have been instead of this fruitless encounter.
she said a war ain't a war before both sides bleed
@[Castile]