[ She fights him every moment, but she is no warrior, and no doubt to him, it's laughably easy to force her fingers apart. Even as she tries to use now her free hand to stop him. Scraping her nails against his wrist in an attempt to try and stop him, pull his hand off her.
To no avail, he pulls it from her, and she near screams in rage and pain of it. That he would deny her again. Instead, she curls in, pulling her now bruised wrists into herself. Deep to the bruise on her cheek, but this one would not linger as the other that still stays on her skin.
His request, makes her head snap up, eyes wide in shock. Not just that he would seek to let her in, again, but that she has not dared to do it again, that outpouring. It was no gift she had before this place and did not intend it then. To do it again feels like ripping open something that should stay hidden, linked as it felt to the state she had then. ]
I cannot do that here. There are innocents in this forest.
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To no avail, he pulls it from her, and she near screams in rage and pain of it. That he would deny her again. Instead, she curls in, pulling her now bruised wrists into herself. Deep to the bruise on her cheek, but this one would not linger as the other that still stays on her skin.
His request, makes her head snap up, eyes wide in shock. Not just that he would seek to let her in, again, but that she has not dared to do it again, that outpouring. It was no gift she had before this place and did not intend it then. To do it again feels like ripping open something that should stay hidden, linked as it felt to the state she had then. ]
I cannot do that here. There are innocents in this forest.