❝ Doesn’t mean your personal thoughts are right. I mean, the only one really worth blaming is Tarrant. Well.. him & Stayne. ❞ Though, she supposes Stayne would have a higher blame than Tarrant would, particularly since her Mentor seems to believe so; really, she thinks most of this could have been avoided if Tarrant hadn’t tried to use her for his own gain. Well, the gain of all of Underland, but she believes it was mostly for himself.
His smile is enough to make the corners of her lips turn up, though, it only lasts for a second. ❝ I’m.. not staying for long, actually.. Demetrius told me he’s.. gonna take me somewhere.. ❞ She won’t give away the location unless he asks, really. She was originally going to wait until her & her mentor returned to Underland before going off to see Reader. At least because, by then, she’d be fully healed. She’s still having trouble moving her arms above her head without her ribs being in great pain, &, of course, the bruising has yet to fully heal.
❝ … At least, when you’re alone, you’re not in wrong company. ❞ She’s still not exactly good at the whole ‘helping people feel better’ thing. In fact, she might never get to the point of being good at it. She can witness & understand emotions in another, but she can’t exactly empathise with them easily. Even if she’d felt the very same as they have. The mention of Stayne, however, brings much worse thoughts to her head. ❝ He’s done a great deal to many. That’s why he needs to suffer in a hell of his own making. Especially since he seemed to have the tongue I cut out replaced, & regained his strength from my freezing & ripping his cock off. He had no problem beating me nearly to death a few weeks ago. ❞ She speaks of removing limbs as if it’s the most normal of all hobbies to have. Then again, in her bloodline, that’s not exactly false. Her father is part of a very long line of assassins, after all.
A real smile comes to her pink lips now, eyes closing & her head shaking. ❝ You haven’t changed at all, have you? ❞ Not that she’d ever want him to. In fact, she’d prefer it if he stayed the same, so there’s at least one constant, as selfish as the thought is. She is a bit of a narcissus, some might even call her a malignant one. She certainly refers to herself as such. Instead of focusing on such pained truths, however, she instead steps closer. Rather hesitantly, considering the last time she had hugged anyone, it was Tarrant & he used it as a ways to slip a knife into her gut.
Slowly, she comes closer, she can’t exactly lift her arms to wrap them around his shoulders, so she instead wraps them around his waist. Head rests against his chest, & eyes close. It’s a comfort she’s certainly missed, even if the very thought of being in such a vulnerable position again frightens her. She doesn’t believe Reader would do anything to harm her, but she didn’t believe Tarrant would hurt her, either. That seemed to be a repeated way of her life; always, either betrayed, abandoned, or alone. None of which, she wanted, yet seemed to be a destiny of sorts for her. She always felt like she could only count the days until the rest would leave her, too. Perhaps that’s why she held such a surprise that Demetrius had come back for her, as did Reader.
Though, that fact doesn’t mean they won’t leave her again. Though, she doesn’t intend to let Demetrius just leave her again. In fact, she plans on, if he ever tries, to do whatever she has to in order to make him kill her. After all, who better than he is there to spill her blood. Particularly when she knows he will refuse to allow it to go to waste. She’s had various fantasies about it, in fact. It’s one of the things she thinks of consistently.
But, she won’t be dying until she’s sure everyone who’s crossed her the wrong way suffers. They’ll learn to truths of the situation they’ve caused, what happens to those who harm those she cares for. Who harms her.
She’ll show them a true winter storm.
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