[ There is no way she could fight it, then again, why would she-- Parker goes with the soft pull, falling against Angel. Burrows against her like she always does when they sleep close. Keeps holding on to Angel, holding so tight. Could almost melt in to her. Buries her face against her chest, curling under her arms so small. Trying to stop the ache and the tears but finding it impossible to.
The words sting more than they help. Always here. She knows. Parker frowns, gripping tightly on to Angel. It is closer to the absolute truth than she wants it to be. She will always be part of this thing. Parker has yet to quit searching for a way out (one of those secrets), has yet to give up on finding a way to peel the symbiote from her. And nothing could stop her from trying - except death.
She lets herself stay there, anchor in Angel, shoulders trembling with each stronger sob, muffling shaky, breathless gasps into her chest. Maybe part of her wished she could take Angel with her, maybe she just thought that she could take away the symbiote from everyone, let it rot somewhere. A pure rejection of it. Diseases use bodies as hosts. It is nothing more than a parasite. But she can't, now.
Angel is there, now, then, and so Parker keeps still for it. Wraps her fingers around her wrist, holding on. And she stays there, not moving, not wanting to move. Wanting to keep the memory of her intact. Trying to take in Angel's kindness and warmth and calmness in to her soul, and maybe that will ease the pain, but the only thing that does is her presence and her existence and how it shortens every day it passes. And if she can have her arms near one more time, she will take it. ]
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The words sting more than they help. Always here. She knows. Parker frowns, gripping tightly on to Angel. It is closer to the absolute truth than she wants it to be. She will always be part of this thing. Parker has yet to quit searching for a way out (one of those secrets), has yet to give up on finding a way to peel the symbiote from her. And nothing could stop her from trying - except death.
She lets herself stay there, anchor in Angel, shoulders trembling with each stronger sob, muffling shaky, breathless gasps into her chest. Maybe part of her wished she could take Angel with her, maybe she just thought that she could take away the symbiote from everyone, let it rot somewhere. A pure rejection of it. Diseases use bodies as hosts. It is nothing more than a parasite. But she can't, now.
Angel is there, now, then, and so Parker keeps still for it. Wraps her fingers around her wrist, holding on. And she stays there, not moving, not wanting to move. Wanting to keep the memory of her intact. Trying to take in Angel's kindness and warmth and calmness in to her soul, and maybe that will ease the pain, but the only thing that does is her presence and her existence and how it shortens every day it passes. And if she can have her arms near one more time, she will take it. ]