[at fang's touch, vanille lets go, but doesn't bother taking care to avoid grazing fang's arm with a final rake of her claws. the resulting swelling of her partner's flesh does not faze her, like it would had tensions not been so high. in fact, something unfamiliar swells in her chest as she gazes upon the ugly red marks among the scales, knowing that she is the one who caused them.
oerba dia vanille has never known pride like this before.
inside her mind, what remains of her humanity comes to blows with the vicious and prideful personality she's begun to develop. on one side, she wants to throw herself at fang's feet in repentance, the reaction she is most used to (even though that may infuriate fang further); on the other, she wants to walk away with her face twisted in a mix of smugness and disgust (which may be just as incendiary as the former).
... she opts to just remain where she is, her eyes lingering on fang's before she turns her head away.]
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oerba dia vanille has never known pride like this before.
inside her mind, what remains of her humanity comes to blows with the vicious and prideful personality she's begun to develop. on one side, she wants to throw herself at fang's feet in repentance, the reaction she is most used to (even though that may infuriate fang further); on the other, she wants to walk away with her face twisted in a mix of smugness and disgust (which may be just as incendiary as the former).
... she opts to just remain where she is, her eyes lingering on fang's before she turns her head away.]
I can't believe you, Fang.