"Do you want me to stay?"
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Fucking. How... was she to answer this??? How could she need someone so badly and not be able to take them in? It's too much, yet not enough. It's PAINFUL. Yet numbing. Her fingers itch. She needs to do something. Violence is on the horizon, and it can't be pointed at her. It CANNOT.
No. She couldn't hurt a bird. It's a bird. Pretty, beautiful, graceful, harmonizing. If she could just approach it like that... Fuckssake, she's not an OBJECT!! UGHHH!!!
The demoness's teeth grit together, claws buried into her tangle of locs that obscure the tears threatening to pour amidst heavy, shaky breaths. Like the edge of an eruption no one should be here for.
Don't come any closer don't come any closer don't c ome any cl oser do n't come any clo ser..."
Because, despite wanting to be anywhere but here, Margaret couldn't find it in herself to tell the harpy to leave or stay.