[ the question just furthers the growl in her throat, the flicker of her face, a flash of something that's almost something between fury and desperation. sure, everyone thought lappland insane but everyone thought texas cool and collected. good thing lappland doesn't have feelings to burn. ]
You don't have to tell me that. [ she had been with texas... she wasn't the first, she probably wasn't even the longest, she's not sure when exactly texas and giovanna became friends. and she certainly wasn't the closest. she held the closeness of a whole seven year separation. she isn't bitter over it, she had no choice but to accept it. the reality of the matter is they're both lone wolves and yet she wondered over and over again in that separation why it was, all she wanted was if they could be alone together.
all her life, all her life, all her life wanting to be with her. wanting almost completely nothing more than that. accepting the separation, or rather acceptance was something like a constant battle to do just that every time she'd talk to texas' friends. all her life wanting one thing, one person, the contradiction and jealousy and bitterness and acceptance that it won't happen, wanting one person and not even really considering the idea of being wanted back until it seems to be happening now and if she really accepts it even more fully she might just go insane beyond her current self control.
texas touching her, like she'd barely imagine. texas kissing her, texas undressing her... of a single robe, but it makes her shake near uncontrollably when she's fully naked now. the sick-pale skin, the crystalline lesions, her modest breasts, the fur between her legs. the old scar crossing her body from the shoulder, the wounds some of which texas knows and many she probably doesn't from seven years. her hackles raised, her look at texas somewhere between furiously ecstatic and almost close to despairing, her face a snarl. for a split second like she's a hit dog again, a creature who adores one person only, who chased after one person only and accepts her place in knowing she won't be chased back.
but she always, always, deeply, devastatingly wanted... ]
You might regret making me think you want me this badly. [ well there's no angel here, no idol, no giovanna. just herself. and if she allows herself to want texas she's not actually sure what the hell she'll do. ]
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You don't have to tell me that. [ she had been with texas... she wasn't the first, she probably wasn't even the longest, she's not sure when exactly texas and giovanna became friends. and she certainly wasn't the closest. she held the closeness of a whole seven year separation. she isn't bitter over it, she had no choice but to accept it. the reality of the matter is they're both lone wolves and yet she wondered over and over again in that separation why it was, all she wanted was if they could be alone together.
all her life, all her life, all her life wanting to be with her. wanting almost completely nothing more than that. accepting the separation, or rather acceptance was something like a constant battle to do just that every time she'd talk to texas' friends. all her life wanting one thing, one person, the contradiction and jealousy and bitterness and acceptance that it won't happen, wanting one person and not even really considering the idea of being wanted back until it seems to be happening now and if she really accepts it even more fully she might just go insane beyond her current self control.
texas touching her, like she'd barely imagine. texas kissing her, texas undressing her... of a single robe, but it makes her shake near uncontrollably when she's fully naked now. the sick-pale skin, the crystalline lesions, her modest breasts, the fur between her legs. the old scar crossing her body from the shoulder, the wounds some of which texas knows and many she probably doesn't from seven years. her hackles raised, her look at texas somewhere between furiously ecstatic and almost close to despairing, her face a snarl. for a split second like she's a hit dog again, a creature who adores one person only, who chased after one person only and accepts her place in knowing she won't be chased back.
but she always, always, deeply, devastatingly wanted... ]
You might regret making me think you want me this badly. [ well there's no angel here, no idol, no giovanna. just herself. and if she allows herself to want texas she's not actually sure what the hell she'll do. ]