(that's how it goes, right? they don't get the luxury of revelations and things like that. unlike the regular people on the outside, it goes ignored about how some would have preferred things to be different. the sex being forced on them is one thing, but the rest is always a struggle. having to remind oneself that the nature of their circumstances leaves no room for emotional connections deepening, it's transactional how it pushes about sex. that's what she's told herself. she's done that for this long while not knowing what to feel whenever the other woman had disappeared into thin air.
what was she supposed to feel, to think?
because cellinia doesn't have an answer to that question, she might not ever. not about the way that she wonders if she would have been better off not allowing herself to almost feel vulnerable that one time alone. or another time, like in the red cardinal. she doesn't know. not about what happened in maintenance, not about cellinia being uncertain why she can't remember what she saw. none of it. not even about how strange she's felt since then with the two of them locking eyes.
they'll do their part, but hate it. hate it as cellinia steps back away from the tackle, as she follows the instructions fed to her to head further back into the den as planned. they wanted this done properly, down to the last detail.)
Keep up with me, hero, only then will I be your sword.
(they did say no external abilities, only what they can give physically. no arts, only her hands and feet are her best bet. she didn't want to use her arts, anyway. not on red and not at any time while making her way deeper into the den.)
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what was she supposed to feel, to think?
because cellinia doesn't have an answer to that question, she might not ever. not about the way that she wonders if she would have been better off not allowing herself to almost feel vulnerable that one time alone. or another time, like in the red cardinal. she doesn't know. not about what happened in maintenance, not about cellinia being uncertain why she can't remember what she saw. none of it. not even about how strange she's felt since then with the two of them locking eyes.
they'll do their part, but hate it. hate it as cellinia steps back away from the tackle, as she follows the instructions fed to her to head further back into the den as planned. they wanted this done properly, down to the last detail.)
Keep up with me, hero, only then will I be your sword.
(they did say no external abilities, only what they can give physically. no arts, only her hands and feet are her best bet. she didn't want to use her arts, anyway. not on red and not at any time while making her way deeper into the den.)