thedarkempath:
the internal fight inside her was strong, tugging her heart down to her stomach.
part of her just wanted to yell at him- scream until there was nothing left to say, until her voice was raw from anything and everything that had ever crossed her mind since he’d left.
another part of her, the more prominent one, wanted to drop to her knees, letting out the emotions she’d kept bottled up before reaching for him to kiss him- kiss him and never let him go.
because even after all that- she knew that she loved him. it wasn’t even a question, really.
it’s only then she realizes her attire, and she tugs nervously at the sleeves before taking a half step towards him, slow and steady. she wasn’t sure why he was even there- who’s to say he wanted her to great him like she wanted to?
“What—- What’re you doing here….?”
it was like an agonizing burn, her distance. not being able to figure out if it was because she wanted to keep that distance, or because she thought that he was the one that wanted her to keep it. there were enough nightmares in his thoughts of that very same situation, the pull of desire ultimately clashing with the dread of insecurity.
where he'd return and all she'd want was for him to stay as far away as humanly possible.
“ i needed to see you, rae. ”
sharp intake of breath mixed with nervous fidgeting, mixed with uneasy looks & desperate fingers eager to step forth and embrace rachel. in that situation, words were not enough to convey his emotions but words were all that he HAD, they were what he needed to convince rachel---- to just take him BACK.
” needed to make sure that you were alive, that you were still okay. ”
it was no longer a desire, somewhere in the time they'd spent apart a basic necessity to ensure that raven was alright had nestled itself somewhere deep between the assassin's ribs. he did not want, he NEEDED to know that she could survive; that he had not ruined her in any way.
