show them the joy and the pain and the ending
A scowl tugs at her dark lips, pulling her features into a glower. The very opposite of the wicked grin that curls his into terrible delight. She refuses to allow him the upper hand, refuses to allow him power over her. Had she her own gifts, she would have used his sight against him, would have blinded him, forced him to see horrifying things, turned him to dust. Unfortunately, she has none of that now.
He would have feared her, just as he wishes her to fear him.
Her scowl deepens at his words, her vibrant blue eyes turning impossibly colder. ”Are you part lizard?” she mocks, though her tone lacks humor. ”To regrow lost parts?”
He handles her biting words too well, a fact that does not sit well with her. After all, she has little but her words with which to defend herself at this particular moment.
Then he is gone from her side, only to reappear moments later at her other. She has never truly known fear, never truly had anything to fear. So when that emotion begins to creep upon her, coiling about her lithe body in swift, immutable fashion, her first reaction is confusion. A confusion that rapidly gives way to anger.
She cannot deny the fear, it lurks there in the corners of her mind, causing her to flinch reflexively from the source of that awful power. But anger mixes with it, roiling inside of her until she is frozen in place, half of her wishing to flee, the other half wishing to strike back.
”Stop it,” she hisses, knowing it is him (Bruise, he calls himself. She refuses to give him the satisfaction of hearing her own name) causing the fear. Her endorphin soaked brain is unable to formulate any better response, a fact that heightens her rage, serving only to exacerbate the fear.
Still, she refuses to give him what he wants. She refuses to tremble, refuses to tear her narrowed gaze from his. Let him look her in the eye. Let him see her defiance.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts
yesss, all the awful things >:}