Of all things, he didn't expect the punch. It doubles him over with a plain human wheeze of surprise, blinking in bewilderment, dazedly ready for some grander attack— ready to weather whatever she does to him, whatever means she chooses to pry him apart in vengeance— but she doesn't. She just yells.
Her voice fractures, catches, splinters like the wood which hits in chips around his feet. You are heartless doesn't hurt him; I am made whole by you twists his expression in distant anguish, in recognition, in ugly longing. He can't even pretend he isn't the one who did this to her. He'd do it. He would love the heaving undying corpse she'd make of herself for him.
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Of all things, he didn't expect the punch. It doubles him over with a plain human wheeze of surprise, blinking in bewilderment, dazedly ready for some grander attack— ready to weather whatever she does to him, whatever means she chooses to pry him apart in vengeance— but she doesn't. She just yells.
Her voice fractures, catches, splinters like the wood which hits in chips around his feet. You are heartless doesn't hurt him; I am made whole by you twists his expression in distant anguish, in recognition, in ugly longing. He can't even pretend he isn't the one who did this to her. He'd do it. He would love the heaving undying corpse she'd make of herself for him.
She turns away, and he lets her go. ]