[ Once - once before Parker decided this both for them, the pain she was in would have ripped them both apart. They both would have been in twisted about like that - screaming themselves hoarse and Angel could have borne it so willingly with her.
But Parker had chosen, and not phantom limb of agony was going to influence her now. Instead, she watches her impassively, mask it might be but Parker had lost the right to know the truth of what she felt. Eyes lowered, she let her stay there.
It's there, a thought, how sweetly she could kill her, she could wind herself around Parker, could press them together and tragedy like, she could kill her. It would be right, it would be the only way. Lends itself over to feeling as she dips beside her. The glowing marks on her outstretched hand reach forward to brush Parker's hair away - she had always so liked to watch Parker's face when she was affecting her so - ]
You never did believe me when I told you those stories, did you?
[ It's somewhere between the symbiote - somewhere between being a siren. She curls her fingers against her temple and reaches for the grasp of pure energy in her body and twists it, the ball of light held in her hand and with it, she lifts and the air distorts, as if it like it any more than Parker did right now but what did she care? She was a siren, it's nothing less than effortless to her as she picks her up in a movement of air and the outstretch of her fingers to the balance she wants. In a toss of wrist she flings the electricity - and Parker with it - back into the chair with a precise aim.
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But Parker had chosen, and not phantom limb of agony was going to influence her now. Instead, she watches her impassively, mask it might be but Parker had lost the right to know the truth of what she felt. Eyes lowered, she let her stay there.
It's there, a thought, how sweetly she could kill her, she could wind herself around Parker, could press them together and tragedy like, she could kill her. It would be right, it would be the only way. Lends itself over to feeling as she dips beside her. The glowing marks on her outstretched hand reach forward to brush Parker's hair away - she had always so liked to watch Parker's face when she was affecting her so - ]
You never did believe me when I told you those stories, did you?
[ It's somewhere between the symbiote - somewhere between being a siren. She curls her fingers against her temple and reaches for the grasp of pure energy in her body and twists it, the ball of light held in her hand and with it, she lifts and the air distorts, as if it like it any more than Parker did right now but what did she care? She was a siren, it's nothing less than effortless to her as she picks her up in a movement of air and the outstretch of her fingers to the balance she wants. In a toss of wrist she flings the electricity - and Parker with it - back into the chair with a precise aim.
Child with a ragdoll. ]
You could have just sat down.