her discomfort becomes more visible with every passing second , especially as the seconds pass underneath his gaze. zelda’s toes curl , she sniffles again , screams dying out into pants and whines - a panic attack , all unease. she shakes her head , not a denial of something , she just needs to move something. to do something with all of this shitty , pent up energy. her gaze AVERTS , too. coughs - a painful , wet noise.
zelda jerks her head , tries to twist to look at him as martin moves behind her. but she doesn’t try to twist her body away , doesn’t hide her arms away from him. believes that he’ll help her. that maybe he will take the pain away from her , even just for a moment. she nods , actually twists so her back is facing more towards him - trying to push her arms out towards him. a sniffle , her feet come to press against each other , kicking off her shoes - blood soaked socks left behind. a sniffle. zelda bows her head forward. another sniffle. and another one. oh. she’s crying. tiny , quiet little things that barely shake her shoulders. “ — sorry, ‘m sorry, martin,” for what ? she doesn’t know. it’s not like she did anything wrong - other than kicking him. but still. “sorry. don’t be mad.”
there is a gracious ( by his standards ) amount of PATIENCE given to zelda. he waits for her to finally give in, to allow him to break the BINDS that keep her arms behind her back. martin reaches into his pocket, a BLADE removed from within his jacket. the blade slides against the binds, cutting it with ease. he always keeps his knife SHARP and ready.
her arms are free; martin takes the bindings and tosses them aside, releasing her wrists. his movements are slow, cautious. legs bring him to her side, knees bending to drop him to the floor. ON HIS KNEES FOR HER. martin looks up, he drops his knife to his side, an exhale escapes his nostrils. “ mad ? no, no, i’m not MAD. “ he reassures her. “ zelda, look at me. “ there isn’t much THOUGHT in his actions; he just does. his hand reaches out to her face, palm just barely grazing against her cheek. “ look, come now, “ he encourages. “ i’m not mad. i’m sorry zelda. I FAILED YOU. but i won’t allow that a second time. no, never. i know BETTER now. don’t cry, love, don’t cry. “
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