it'd been with a clipped decisiveness that she'd withdrawn the hands digging into his back, snaked them up to flatten on his shoulders and firmly push the two of them half an arms length apart. that's the very edge of her frayed restraint though, and with the dip of his head a green light of acquiescence, she drops both hands away from him. just one, the left, swings back up to absolutely crack natsuno across the cheek with an open palm.
that does a little to ratchet back the belt that's been constricting her lungs since she first walked into that closet and got the terrible confirmation. but it's still not enough. so she makes a strangled sort of ugh noise in the back of her throat, halfway between a gag and a sob. then slaps him again, harder — to the point where the idle tingle dancing across her palm turns to an actual ache. vampire or not, she knows he still feels pain, but that isn't entirely what this is for. less i want to hurt you for hurting me and more how hard do i have to hit you to jostle this absolute idiocy out of your body.
third time's the charm, right? only it's her right hand springing up to shove him hard, point blank in the chest. ideally pushing him a step backwards, which she'll advance into. and the silence of cabin 109 breaks when she screams — wails, anguished; shouts, furious — )
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in the end, he knows her well.
it'd been with a clipped decisiveness that she'd withdrawn the hands digging into his back, snaked them up to flatten on his shoulders and firmly push the two of them half an arms length apart. that's the very edge of her frayed restraint though, and with the dip of his head a green light of acquiescence, she drops both hands away from him. just one, the left, swings back up to absolutely crack natsuno across the cheek with an open palm.
that does a little to ratchet back the belt that's been constricting her lungs since she first walked into that closet and got the terrible confirmation. but it's still not enough. so she makes a strangled sort of ugh noise in the back of her throat, halfway between a gag and a sob. then slaps him again, harder — to the point where the idle tingle dancing across her palm turns to an actual ache. vampire or not, she knows he still feels pain, but that isn't entirely what this is for. less i want to hurt you for hurting me and more how hard do i have to hit you to jostle this absolute idiocy out of your body.
third time's the charm, right? only it's her right hand springing up to shove him hard, point blank in the chest. ideally pushing him a step backwards, which she'll advance into. and the silence of cabin 109 breaks when she screams — wails, anguished; shouts, furious — )
What is wrong with you? What were you thinking?!