☾ for one muse to hug the other without explanation - Junko :)
☾ for one muse to hug the other without explanation
Junko’s arms came towards her and she automatically expected the worse, yet her feet remained frozen. Refusing to budge, determined to take whatever tore into her. It wasn’t a question of whether or not she wanted to be hurt, but what else was there to do to her? Junko loved exerting her control, Toko loved to be controlled, it was a match made in hell and if that took a little roughhousing, so be it-
Toko yelped as if she’d been struck, but it was the opposite that happened. Junko’s body was warm and inviting, compelling Toko to sink into the hug and not worry about....her worries.
Wait. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t right, this wasn’t right!! Panic punched her in the gut and she was shoving Junko back with more strength than anyone would’ve thought her capable of. Adrenaline was a bitch.
“Wh-What are you--That’s not...it’s n-n-not...” Losing it, that much was clear as hands flew to her head, shaking wildly back and forth. “You’re not supposed to be h-hel-helping!!” Junko didn’t comfort her. She used her for her advantage and Toko was just content to be included. Tears stung her eyes (she wasn’t one to cry easily) and that just riled her up even more. Inhale, exhale, it was hard to breathe but it was even harder to face the reality of the situation. She didn’t like this. Hurt her instead, that’d be better.
