[ the tempo of his breathing changes, quickening and deep. it's not only watching her thumb disappear between her lips and the tantalizing glimpse of her pink tongue, but the melody and challenge of her words. he's been angry, frustrated, embittered; unable to reconcile the teeming of emotions never-ending from the moment she arrived here from home.
he hears leopold's voice only distantly, that uncertain but trusting vow.
all he truly hears is his impulse, his desire, the pressure of days of helplessness and inaction building up inside of him to a crescendo. building and directed here: towards her, she who wrought it. she who he wants but can't have. he hangs up on his friend without another word and just as carelessly drops the phone to the floor, speeding over to knock her drink out of her hand—
to collide with her against the far wall, his hand at her waist and one buried in her hair, pulling it to the side to expose her neck.
perhaps his friend is onto something; perhaps he does need to tear her apart. ]
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voice.
he hears leopold's voice only distantly, that uncertain but trusting vow.
all he truly hears is his impulse, his desire, the pressure of days of helplessness and inaction building up inside of him to a crescendo. building and directed here: towards her, she who wrought it. she who he wants but can't have. he hangs up on his friend without another word and just as carelessly drops the phone to the floor, speeding over to knock her drink out of her hand—
to collide with her against the far wall, his hand at her waist and one buried in her hair, pulling it to the side to expose her neck.
perhaps his friend is onto something; perhaps he does need to tear her apart. ]
voice.
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