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ᴀᴅᴅɪsᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ([personal profile] unfavoured) wrote in [community profile] nonsuch 2016-06-12 01:41 pm (UTC)

[ Parker knew that was the answer. Of course she knew. But deep down, there was still hope. For all she tries to be a realist about (pessimistic, but she would never say that), Parker has hope. Always had. It is what carried her through the resistance. It is what carried through after all of them were killed and she was kept in a masked prison. So she had hope, even if she knew she shouldn't because she would get hurt more when she does. And it does sting. It does clench around her chest like something that smothers and burns at the same time. Like smoke spreading through her lungs and she hates the hive more in that fraction of a second, hates it with everything she has got. Because she is an angry little thing and Angel is kindness and warmth.

She keeps her face where it is, presses it even closer to her neck. Hard to breath like that, but she doesn't care. Blows hot against her skin, shoulders dropping. Holds back her bite. Doesn't hold back anything else.
]

Don't go tomorrow.

[ Says it again, but smaller. Like sharing a secret. Her fingers hold on the railing so tight they turn white, but she still doesn't trap her and it should say so much, the body language. Begging her to stay, but not barring the exit. She can go, if she wants. She would not hate her for it. She couldn't. She would not blame her for it. All her bile would be for the brood. ]

Please.

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