Fire smokes. Water rises. She watches him cower, and tries to put name to feeling —
(Everything has a name, a purpose: Disgust, pity; the vicious tilt of pleasure. She holds them at arm's length. Considers. What serves this moment?)
"Stand," Sharp. She steps before him, crouching to put face in eyeline. A finger reaches under chin, tips it up. Look at me. "If we are here, we are here together."
And she refuses a cage. Sennara reaches for the brazier, heat blazing across her fingers. Skin blisters. Pain again, like the blood along the wall, but now teeth dig into her lips. Sennara pulls a sleeve over fingertips. A token solution. The fabric shouldn't be thick enough. Still, sensation recedes. Here and now, the effort is enough.
no subject
(Everything has a name, a purpose: Disgust, pity; the vicious tilt of pleasure. She holds them at arm's length. Considers. What serves this moment?)
"Stand," Sharp. She steps before him, crouching to put face in eyeline. A finger reaches under chin, tips it up. Look at me. "If we are here, we are here together."
And she refuses a cage. Sennara reaches for the brazier, heat blazing across her fingers. Skin blisters. Pain again, like the blood along the wall, but now teeth dig into her lips. Sennara pulls a sleeve over fingertips. A token solution. The fabric shouldn't be thick enough. Still, sensation recedes. Here and now, the effort is enough.
"So we go."