wiedzminka: (one hundred & eight.)
ℭ𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔬𝔣 ℭ𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞 ([personal profile] wiedzminka) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2022-11-04 02:20 am (UTC)

[ She squeezes him, shaking, not with fear but with something else now, something that leaves her just as breathless and lightheaded, clutching him to her body with a grip that verges on painful.

He says it too, whispered against her ear.

Want.

Ciri shifts her grip then, pushes herself up on her tiptoes.

You aren't gonna give up on him, are you? Julie had asked her. Stop playin' tough girl. You're allowed to like him.


She grabs him by either side of his face, blood smearing beneath her fingers.

You can give away your power to him too, make him take care of you like he should live to serve you.


Ciri pushes off the wall, and plaster falls behind her, the crack where she'd just been widening, beams creaking. Dust rains down on them from the damaged upper story. She doesn't seem to notice.

That's real trust.


She doesn't respond to his question. Not with words.

They crash into each other. She kisses him desperately, hard and hungry, tasting blood. ]

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