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The sunlight fell across his face as her eyes opened taking in the scene in front of her. He was still alive. She'd woken up several times that night and this time decided that she just needed to get out of bed. As she sat up he stirred a bit, but stayed asleep and she looked down at the side of his bed, chinese food cartons strewn across the floor. Lo mein poured out and the sweet and sour sauce was going to leave a stain. She moved to climb out of the bed and his arm was around her pulling her close. She let him and and felt the warm press of his body. She had to end this soon, end this before he got hurt. End this before he hurt her. He would hurt her, they usually let her down. Even Argent, who didn't do it on purpose, was too busy for her, too busy to see her, and in danger so she worried. She broke her own rules, this couldn't end well.
She closed her eyes and his warm breath landed on the scar...
His teeth sank into her flesh and the tears filled her eyes. The pain burned through her, and she tried to shut it down but knew as she clung to him, pulling him against he, that she needed this, needed this pain to help scourge the demons. Small whimpers escaped her lips as she bit her lip to keep from screaming out. The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth just as she felt the warm stickiness of her own blood on her shoulder. It was what he had wanted and when she had met his eyes she couldn't deny it to him. Her vanity screamed as she felt him and his magic, healing it to a perfect scar, the scar tissue tightening on her shoulder, pressing inward. She wanted to tell him she'd changed her mind to shove him off of her. She could simply tell him to heal it, but instead she was letting him disturb her beautiful skin. There was no mistaking it, she could feel it and it was there and he was part of her. More than she was ever willing to do for herself, for anyone.
So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
After all the pain he'd caused, what hurt her the most was when he asked if she wanted to mark him. . . and she realized her answer was no. She wanted him to give her reason to believe this was permanent but she was terrified to let him.
She closed her eyes and his warm breath landed on the scar...
His teeth sank into her flesh and the tears filled her eyes. The pain burned through her, and she tried to shut it down but knew as she clung to him, pulling him against he, that she needed this, needed this pain to help scourge the demons. Small whimpers escaped her lips as she bit her lip to keep from screaming out. The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth just as she felt the warm stickiness of her own blood on her shoulder. It was what he had wanted and when she had met his eyes she couldn't deny it to him. Her vanity screamed as she felt him and his magic, healing it to a perfect scar, the scar tissue tightening on her shoulder, pressing inward. She wanted to tell him she'd changed her mind to shove him off of her. She could simply tell him to heal it, but instead she was letting him disturb her beautiful skin. There was no mistaking it, she could feel it and it was there and he was part of her. More than she was ever willing to do for herself, for anyone.
So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
After all the pain he'd caused, what hurt her the most was when he asked if she wanted to mark him. . . and she realized her answer was no. She wanted him to give her reason to believe this was permanent but she was terrified to let him.