How often had she heard that? Countless times, she was certain. Especially from him, she could remember each time clearly. Of course, many of those times had been in her own bedroom, when she would lock herself away from the rest of the world for one reason or another.
She refused to make eye contact, for she knew what would happen if she did. Crying was a sign of weakness, and she couldn’t allow for him of all people to see her that way. She was a strong woman, she had proved that numerous times both to him and her other spirits. Displays of dominance in the form of violent outbursts, and through threats that she would be more than willing to follow through with.
Or at least make them all believe she’d follow through with.
Despite lack of eye contact, though, that didn’t mean that his words didn’t get through to her. It didn’t mean that she didn’t appreciate the gesture, that much was certain.
However, the knee brought up to her chest and the buried face into knee said otherwise.
Slowly, head would tilt a smidgen to the side, directing peripheral vision towards him as pupil would look at him out of corner of her eye. Usual irritated expression remained, refusing to allow cracks in what she believed to be a perfectly sculpted facade to be shown to him.
“No –” Rejection of his words, part due to her knowledge that she would only bring him harm, and part due to her actual belief of what she was about to say.
“You’re only here..” She swallowed back a small lump as her mind raced with thoughts of his leaving, of him being gone. Terrifying thoughts, ones that she wouldn’t allow. It was what she tried so hard to prevent so often.
”Of course you are. You can’t leave. I own you.”
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