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[poisonedarrows]

Roy stalked into his apartment with Dessa in tow, slamming the door shut and practically throwing his arrows and jacket down.

There's rage practically emanating from him, but there's also fear and some panic. He clutched the back of a chair until his knuckles were white. He didn't say anything, just growl and gnawed at his lip until it bled.

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[pretty_feather]

Dessa is dealing with rage and some measure of fear of her own, but is having a hard time differentiating between her own emotions and Roy's. Her shields are up at full power, and there's still a large amount of energy swirling around her legs and reaching up for her hands.

She's never dealt with Roy when he was angry like this, and doesn't know if he would accept a hug or a back-rub or if he would just explode at her for it. She's been known to blow up at people when she was upset, after all. At the moment, though, she knows she can't handle it if someone were to blow up at her. She'd either feel like someone had knocked her in the gut with a sledgehammer and feel absolutely crushed and hurt, or she'd lose control of the energy and it would go everywhere- also an unacceptable reaction. If that were to happen, she could very well kill him.

Kill. There's one main thought pounding in her head. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill him. What the fuck is wrong with me? I wanted to kill him!

[pretty_feather]

She nods numbly. "Yeah. That power of mine." She turns to look at Roy. "I wanted it to be him," she admits quietly. "It's been building ever since he touched my lip." She scrubs her hand over her lip again, trying to get the imaginary feel of him away.

[poisonedarrows]

He leaned over and kissed her softly. "I want to kill him too," he said, quietly.

[pretty_feather]

She returns the kiss and gives a weak smile. "But I don't want to want to kill him," she murmurs. "I've never felt that way before. If the antiviolence field hand't been there... I really think I might have."

It's clear that this has her more than slightly rattled, but she's keeping relatively quiet about her upset.

[poisonedarrows]

He brushed hair away from her face an rested his forehead on her shoulder. "He does that," he muttered. "He finds your weakpoints, and just doesn't let up hammering at them." He growled. "He's easy to hate."

[pretty_feather]

"How does he... he just ripped me apart. And then, he said that he knew I wanted to kill him. I didn't even know I wanted to kill him until he said that. Not consiously, anyway. But he was right. And he approved of it." She leans her head against Roy's. "How does someone make you feel so helpless so fast?" she whispers.

[poisonedarrows]

"He reads people. And like I said, he hammers away at your weaknesses." He spoke in a bland tone, bitter with the memory of the past.

[pretty_feather]

"I wish you never had to go through that. It was bad enough just talking to him tonight." Suddenly she shivers. She'd forgotten the cold for a bit, but now that she's calmed down she's feeling it.

"Are you cold?"

[poisonedarrows]

"Only a little." He stood up abruptly. "I need to get out. Do something. Wanna come?"

[pretty_feather]

She nods and pushes herself up off the ground. "Yeah, please."

[poisonedarrows]

"I'm gonna call Garth, see if he's doing anything." He took out his phone and dialed his number, waiting for him to answer.

"Hey, it's me. So, you know GA showed up today? You talk to him? Heh, good. Where are you? Wait, the good one? Well, mind if we show up?" He tapped his foot, then barked "I am not angsting!" upon hearing something through the receiver. "Great. See ya." He hung up and looked at Dessa. "He's having coffee with the good alternate of someone we know. Wanna go?"

[pretty_feather]

She nods, kind of surprised that they'd associate with a good alternate, but hey, whatever. "Sure."

[poisonedarrows]

"I think you'll like her," he said, smiling slightly and motioning to the elevator. "She's fairly kickass."

[pretty_feather]

She nods. "That's cool." She follows him, her hands in her pockets.

[poisonedarrows]

He wrapped his arm around her once in the elevator, holding her close to him.

[pretty_feather]

She nestles against him with her eyes closed, the emotional rollercoaster of the past hour or two making her mind whirl.