tessawxllace:
one more step. “ no, ” words started to leave her mouth, desperate for him to understand. “ this. is. not. you. ” another step. “ you almost killed your sister, attacked people, for what ? for what, luca ? ” a single tear streamed down her face as she was finally close enough enough to look into his eyes, and hope to find her parabatai somewhere inside there. “ these are not your beliefs, it’s not your purpose. whatever voice that tells you that it must be done that voice doesn’t belong to you. please, luca. i’m your parabatai, you know you can always trust me. you… you always did trust me now, too. trust that i can help you. ”
she’s too close. too close for him to control himself. or is that the problem ?? that he can’t fight the control. that her every word clouds his thoughts, confuses him, draws a haze over his clarity. hands grasp at her shoulders, fingers digging in. “why can’t you see i have to ??” her presence is dizzying. his mind unfocused. something claws back at him, struggles desperately to regain power. his mission, his task. but when she looks at him like that, he can’t quite remember what that mission is. “parabatai-” he breathes, ocean irises levelled with hers. if he tears them away he knows his mind will clear, he knows he’ll find his path again, but the desperation in her eyes makes it an impossible feat. “wally, i...i can’t-” his voice shakes, desires pulling him apart inside. he knows he is righteous. he is doing what must be done. and yet she is the other half of his soul, if she says this is wrong....what is he to believe ??














