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Animorphs - untitled
o2. Permit yourself anger and permit me mine
Genre: Gen
Warnings: T / Some language.
Characters: Rachel, Jake
Notes: For 31_days. How do I write so much about Rachel.
---It’s something hot that scares her sometimes. Something that grows in her, something so ugly on its face but that still feels so good, like all she needs. That burning, that itch, brushing through her hair, tapping her feet, distracting her at school and driving her up the wall at home. There’s only one place for it: on the battlefield. And that’s scary as fuck too, because Rachel has always believed that she would have homes to go to, and that she’d want to go back to them when the fighting was over. She needs it on and off, these days. She can’t tell how much she needs it, only how much she wants that burn, that rush, that high.
It’s not hurting anyone, she’d like to say, it’s just me being me. Except it’s definitely hurting people - slugs, at least. Slugs. Slugs and hosts, but don’t think about that too much or you’ll start to feel bad about yourself, and that’s not her part to play, here. She’s not the one with the conscience.
“You’ve changed” - she can see that in Jake’s eyes, every time he looks at her. That worried look, and it makes her want to scream. Well, no shit, PRINCE Jake. I’ve changed. You’ve changed. We all changed and it was what we needed to survive so shut up -
Her cousin and her Prince and sometimes he feels like the guy holding the whip, jabbing the electric prod. She tries not to hate him, and even when she does she loves him more. Lucky for that. But even when she loves him now she doesn’t want to talk to him. Too much of common rage and bullshit, soaked up in their shared bloodline.
Genre: Gen
Warnings: T / Some language.
Characters: Rachel, Jake
Notes: For 31_days. How do I write so much about Rachel.
---It’s something hot that scares her sometimes. Something that grows in her, something so ugly on its face but that still feels so good, like all she needs. That burning, that itch, brushing through her hair, tapping her feet, distracting her at school and driving her up the wall at home. There’s only one place for it: on the battlefield. And that’s scary as fuck too, because Rachel has always believed that she would have homes to go to, and that she’d want to go back to them when the fighting was over. She needs it on and off, these days. She can’t tell how much she needs it, only how much she wants that burn, that rush, that high.
It’s not hurting anyone, she’d like to say, it’s just me being me. Except it’s definitely hurting people - slugs, at least. Slugs. Slugs and hosts, but don’t think about that too much or you’ll start to feel bad about yourself, and that’s not her part to play, here. She’s not the one with the conscience.
“You’ve changed” - she can see that in Jake’s eyes, every time he looks at her. That worried look, and it makes her want to scream. Well, no shit, PRINCE Jake. I’ve changed. You’ve changed. We all changed and it was what we needed to survive so shut up -
Her cousin and her Prince and sometimes he feels like the guy holding the whip, jabbing the electric prod. She tries not to hate him, and even when she does she loves him more. Lucky for that. But even when she loves him now she doesn’t want to talk to him. Too much of common rage and bullshit, soaked up in their shared bloodline.