[He still gives himself to her in every way, even now, and she can feel the way he missed her like a matching bruise on her heart, a violet swathe of loneliness running twenty-five hundred days deep since she's seen him with his soft eyes and sad smile, since she'd kissed him goodbye and left him in the care of his monster.
If he had loved her any less, she thinks she would have been able to let go by now, to leave their relationship a strange memory, an old flame showing on the news. But it seems that he can't, and she surely can't either. She'd thought he'd found a new home, a new and fantastical sort of life, but he's here again, hers again. Anyone else who needs him can fucking fight her.
Just the thought of Bruce being taken away or called away makes her bare her teeth into their kiss, although she bites his lips gently, still scratches his scalp and neck only lightly. Her breathing... is a little faster, and that could be anything.]
I'm not going to. [In response to her own thoughts - it takes her a moment to sort out which because it's all a jumble - and to something he had said, oh, ages ago.] Set up the couch for you. I mean. I wasn't planning on it.
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If he had loved her any less, she thinks she would have been able to let go by now, to leave their relationship a strange memory, an old flame showing on the news. But it seems that he can't, and she surely can't either. She'd thought he'd found a new home, a new and fantastical sort of life, but he's here again, hers again. Anyone else who needs him can fucking fight her.
Just the thought of Bruce being taken away or called away makes her bare her teeth into their kiss, although she bites his lips gently, still scratches his scalp and neck only lightly. Her breathing... is a little faster, and that could be anything.]
I'm not going to. [In response to her own thoughts - it takes her a moment to sort out which because it's all a jumble - and to something he had said, oh, ages ago.] Set up the couch for you. I mean. I wasn't planning on it.