( Red turns when Hermione grabs her arm. Concern is clear in her expression as she explains, and shit. She reaches out to wrap a hand around her own, tightening her hold on her as if wanting to anchor her to this moment and not whatever she experienced when she was here before.
Who did she have to hurt? It's something Red knows so well - losing control, being manipulated like that, but it's nothing she'd wish on anyone else (least of all someone she cares so much about). It's hard to think of that happening to her. )
Fuck.
Hermione, are you okay? ( It's not the time to ask but it's there on her tongue anyway, burning with a need to know, and that same angry, protective feeling rises up inside of her like her inner, ancient hackles are rising too. Her hand still remains locked around Hermione's arm, and she gets this part too - the anger, the need to destroy, and they're going to. )
I can find an anchor. Maybe the monster can too, but I can sense them even now. We'll grab one, and we'll stop her. ( She tugs at her arm. ) C'mon. Walk and talk.
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Who did she have to hurt? It's something Red knows so well - losing control, being manipulated like that, but it's nothing she'd wish on anyone else (least of all someone she cares so much about). It's hard to think of that happening to her. )
Fuck.
Hermione, are you okay? ( It's not the time to ask but it's there on her tongue anyway, burning with a need to know, and that same angry, protective feeling rises up inside of her like her inner, ancient hackles are rising too. Her hand still remains locked around Hermione's arm, and she gets this part too - the anger, the need to destroy, and they're going to. )
I can find an anchor. Maybe the monster can too, but I can sense them even now. We'll grab one, and we'll stop her. ( She tugs at her arm. ) C'mon. Walk and talk.