He can claim whatever he likes, but that's still an order on his lips. What can she do but obey? Even looking at him, her gaze moves everywhere but his eyes. To the bruising on his throat. The unhappy shape of his mouth. Someone had already given him the worst of it. Her heart was beating in her chest like it was trying for its own escape.
She didn't really want to think about it. Gilgamesh was right, wasn't he? Her voice is soft, less steady than she'd like. "I must have," She hadn't held on to her resolve to say no, had she?
The kettle choses just that moment to go off, and she flinches at the shrill whistle. Unfortunately, the kettle flinches, too, sliding a few inches away from her on the counter.
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Date: 2018-12-10 07:35 am (UTC)She didn't really want to think about it. Gilgamesh was right, wasn't he? Her voice is soft, less steady than she'd like. "I must have," She hadn't held on to her resolve to say no, had she?
The kettle choses just that moment to go off, and she flinches at the shrill whistle. Unfortunately, the kettle flinches, too, sliding a few inches away from her on the counter.