Hayame knows it the second her hand connects with his cheek, but there's no taking it back. There is only the burning, impotent rage and shame that always fills her in his presence, that is inflamed every time she sees that disgustingly smug smirk twist his pretty lips into a mockery of human emotion.
A touch difficult, he says, somehow not suffering from whiplash or a broken orbital bone, do take care... and she knows he's won. Just like that fucking elf had won, and insufferable earth-moving brat, and-]
Go back to hell.
[She cannot keep standing there after that display, subject to the gawks and stares of other shard-bearers or that stupid magic river weasel. After just long enough to pretend that she wasn't leaving because of him...
Hayame leaves the warmth of the occupied Library for the lonely, cold hostility of the frozen castle.]
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Hayame knows it the second her hand connects with his cheek, but there's no taking it back. There is only the burning, impotent rage and shame that always fills her in his presence, that is inflamed every time she sees that disgustingly smug smirk twist his pretty lips into a mockery of human emotion.
A touch difficult, he says, somehow not suffering from whiplash or a broken orbital bone, do take care... and she knows he's won. Just like that fucking elf had won, and insufferable earth-moving brat, and-]
Go back to hell.
[She cannot keep standing there after that display, subject to the gawks and stares of other shard-bearers or that stupid magic river weasel. After just long enough to pretend that she wasn't leaving because of him...
Hayame leaves the warmth of the occupied Library for the lonely, cold hostility of the frozen castle.]