Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
She chuckles at that, nodding slightly. ”I don’t even have a witty comeback to that. I’ve met your family.” She reaches up to her braid, tugging the band off. It was falling out anyway, and with deft fingers Weaver frees the rest of it. It tumbles down past her shoulders in tangled waves, and she realizes it’s the first time he’s actually seen it down. It feels like baring her soul to him, in some small way. Well, now it’s his to play with.
”I won’t tell,” she says with a conspiratorial wink. ”Though I admit, I do not care what anyone thinks, either.” Though she means it in reference to the schoolgirl comment, she also means it more broadly. Korbin would throw a fit. Half of Caido would probably wonder what the fuck she was doing with him, but still, she just doesn’t care. It is their loss that they cannot see who he is, who he wants to be, rather than who he was.
She gives him an amused, skeptical look at the mention of a try-hard, a Mona Lisa smile on her face. ”With everything but your appearance, it would seem,” she says, plucking at his hair for a moment before simply tangling in her fingers in it. ”Ah, but still,” she says, grinning, leaning forward to kiss the stubble on his cheek. At his next statement though, she meets his eyes, her arms tightening around him slightly. ”I have been this way for so long, I couldn’t tell you where the mask stops and I begin. Perhaps I have simply become my mask.” At some point, if you tell yourself the lie long enough or hard enough, even you begin to believe it.
They come up for air from the kiss, and she hates the space between them. She aches to be closer, to simply curl up in his embrace and stay there. It could be that simple, and she would be happy. She wants to simply be with him, whatever that means, but she forces herself to find patience (and damn is it hard). ”You still have their last name,” she points out. ”Most of the town doesn’t know you’ve been disowned.” She shivers as he nibbles on her ear, his breath warm as he whispers. ”Oh, I don’t doubt it,” she says in a breathy whisper back.
She chuckles at that, giving him a very unsurprised look. To be fair, she is not exactly a stranger to getting stabbed, but she almost always trains with sharpened blades. Though she is often the one doing the stabbing. ”Mmmm, there is something to be said for a good fight though. All that adrenaline, sweat…” she rolls her shoulders in a shrug, but her look is suggestive. ”Though I’d vastly prefer it is me you are fighting and not my brother.” It would be fun. She turns her head, snapping gently at his thumb with her teeth, trying to catch it and nibble.
He pulls away slightly, which is the opposite direction she wants him to go, but it’s the serious part of the conversation so she doesn’t fight it, though her arms are still around his shoulders. ’One. I don’t really care about monogamy, though I am willing to try it should we decide that at some point. Mostly just don’t sleep with everything that moves and come back to me.” Human hearts were fickle things, and sometimes they needed to be free. She didn’t really mind, so long as she was the most important one in his life. Yes, she is selfish in that way, but not in all ways. ”Two. Do not lie to me. There are very few things you can do or say that will upset me as long as they are true. If you fucking lie to me though…” The threat in her voice is clear enough. She will cut off something important. ”Three. Regardless of what happens with this, you are stuck with me as your friend.” She wasn’t losing him in her life if this didn’t work out. In the end, she just wanted him in whatever way she could have him. ”And of course, I will do the same in return. Acceptable?”
”I won’t tell,” she says with a conspiratorial wink. ”Though I admit, I do not care what anyone thinks, either.” Though she means it in reference to the schoolgirl comment, she also means it more broadly. Korbin would throw a fit. Half of Caido would probably wonder what the fuck she was doing with him, but still, she just doesn’t care. It is their loss that they cannot see who he is, who he wants to be, rather than who he was.
She gives him an amused, skeptical look at the mention of a try-hard, a Mona Lisa smile on her face. ”With everything but your appearance, it would seem,” she says, plucking at his hair for a moment before simply tangling in her fingers in it. ”Ah, but still,” she says, grinning, leaning forward to kiss the stubble on his cheek. At his next statement though, she meets his eyes, her arms tightening around him slightly. ”I have been this way for so long, I couldn’t tell you where the mask stops and I begin. Perhaps I have simply become my mask.” At some point, if you tell yourself the lie long enough or hard enough, even you begin to believe it.
They come up for air from the kiss, and she hates the space between them. She aches to be closer, to simply curl up in his embrace and stay there. It could be that simple, and she would be happy. She wants to simply be with him, whatever that means, but she forces herself to find patience (and damn is it hard). ”You still have their last name,” she points out. ”Most of the town doesn’t know you’ve been disowned.” She shivers as he nibbles on her ear, his breath warm as he whispers. ”Oh, I don’t doubt it,” she says in a breathy whisper back.
She chuckles at that, giving him a very unsurprised look. To be fair, she is not exactly a stranger to getting stabbed, but she almost always trains with sharpened blades. Though she is often the one doing the stabbing. ”Mmmm, there is something to be said for a good fight though. All that adrenaline, sweat…” she rolls her shoulders in a shrug, but her look is suggestive. ”Though I’d vastly prefer it is me you are fighting and not my brother.” It would be fun. She turns her head, snapping gently at his thumb with her teeth, trying to catch it and nibble.
He pulls away slightly, which is the opposite direction she wants him to go, but it’s the serious part of the conversation so she doesn’t fight it, though her arms are still around his shoulders. ’One. I don’t really care about monogamy, though I am willing to try it should we decide that at some point. Mostly just don’t sleep with everything that moves and come back to me.” Human hearts were fickle things, and sometimes they needed to be free. She didn’t really mind, so long as she was the most important one in his life. Yes, she is selfish in that way, but not in all ways. ”Two. Do not lie to me. There are very few things you can do or say that will upset me as long as they are true. If you fucking lie to me though…” The threat in her voice is clear enough. She will cut off something important. ”Three. Regardless of what happens with this, you are stuck with me as your friend.” She wasn’t losing him in her life if this didn’t work out. In the end, she just wanted him in whatever way she could have him. ”And of course, I will do the same in return. Acceptable?”
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
