[ And she still does, in way. But that is nothing she will say, because getting in to her words will only make her weaker and bent, she knows that there Angel would have the advantage. Not that right now she has any advantage but her own stubbornness, but her instinct to survive. Everything else tips the scale in Angel's favour.
Her softness cuts through her like glass. Parker swallows dryly, holding her eyes to Angel-- doesn't look away, even if she wants to. Has to be stronger than that, or at least appear to be. Her nails dig deeper into the calloused flesh of her palms. Because she won't say anything, and even if she would, there is nothing that could deny Angel's truth. She always crawled to her when she needed the comfort. She was always the setting stone Parker needed. She always was there when she needed her. And now she's not and there is a hole in her chest. But she always knew, always knew they could never belong. Angel was comfortable, safe, and alive in the hive. Parker was never. Even if she openly gave all of herself to Angel, would not think twice about placing her heart in her hands, she knew it was not the same the other way around.
She could never blame her. Case and point, the mess they're in.
Parker wants this to be over already. The anxiety of the wait tearing through her chest. Parker takes a menacing step forward, but is promptly stopped to take any other as the shackles around her wrists light up, activating the system that makes it look like she is bound to the wall by invisible chains. Grits her teeth to her. Doesn't say anything, just tries to step in again, but can't, hands held back by an invisible force. ]
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Her softness cuts through her like glass. Parker swallows dryly, holding her eyes to Angel-- doesn't look away, even if she wants to. Has to be stronger than that, or at least appear to be. Her nails dig deeper into the calloused flesh of her palms. Because she won't say anything, and even if she would, there is nothing that could deny Angel's truth. She always crawled to her when she needed the comfort. She was always the setting stone Parker needed. She always was there when she needed her. And now she's not and there is a hole in her chest. But she always knew, always knew they could never belong. Angel was comfortable, safe, and alive in the hive. Parker was never. Even if she openly gave all of herself to Angel, would not think twice about placing her heart in her hands, she knew it was not the same the other way around.
She could never blame her. Case and point, the mess they're in.
Parker wants this to be over already. The anxiety of the wait tearing through her chest. Parker takes a menacing step forward, but is promptly stopped to take any other as the shackles around her wrists light up, activating the system that makes it look like she is bound to the wall by invisible chains. Grits her teeth to her. Doesn't say anything, just tries to step in again, but can't, hands held back by an invisible force. ]
Just get it over with.
[ Please. She can't stand it anymore. ]