( Wrath's fingertips still at the side of her face as his dark eyes shine a bit more gold in the firelight. It is as if he realizes in the same moment her lucidity returns to her that he has broached the distance between them once more. She was repulsed by him and avoided him within the village, and this was following his own assertion that her betrayal could mean she was not ready to be his- she did not choose him.
He lifts his brows. He has lectured her many times about this. However, the call of the mermaids is different. If her power was unlocked, she would be able to block it entirely, but- )
Would you prefer it if I did?
( He would certainly prefer her anger to her grief and pain, to the suffering that wrapped around her mind and nearly brought her to the plank.
However, whenever she is in danger or in trouble, the softer parts of him resurface as if they'd always been there but simply buried deep awaiting her return. )
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He lifts his brows. He has lectured her many times about this. However, the call of the mermaids is different. If her power was unlocked, she would be able to block it entirely, but- )
Would you prefer it if I did?
( He would certainly prefer her anger to her grief and pain, to the suffering that wrapped around her mind and nearly brought her to the plank.
However, whenever she is in danger or in trouble, the softer parts of him resurface as if they'd always been there but simply buried deep awaiting her return. )