About a minute and counting, she thought. And still he wasn't making a move to hurt her. What had he said before killing Jesse? That he was taught not to lie?At the time she'd been too distracted to understand the implications of the promise, but now she clung to it like a literal lifeline.
She nodded at his confession, breathing in short puffs of air through her mouth. "Thank you," she said reverently, and somehow gained control of her limbs again, somehow reaching up to cup his jaw, thumb skimming over the small splatter of blood on his cheek. She drew closer to him, magnetically, watching his eyes.
She wished he would kiss her, seal the moment. It wasn't until it was all over that Elle realized what this all meant--because it was something big, something she couldn't take back. Snuffing out someone's life was one thing; it was easy, non-consequential in the grand scheme of things, and she'd done it plenty.
But this... this was calling to the darkness in her like killing never could. She was looking into his eyes, and seeing the darkness there, and she wanted to drown in it, jump headfirst.
Was this what falling in love felt like? She made up her mind, right then, that she wasn't going to give this to her daddy. Not one second, not one word. It meant too much to her; he meant too much to her. This moment was hers.
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Date: 2009-07-09 05:36 am (UTC)She nodded at his confession, breathing in short puffs of air through her mouth. "Thank you," she said reverently, and somehow gained control of her limbs again, somehow reaching up to cup his jaw, thumb skimming over the small splatter of blood on his cheek. She drew closer to him, magnetically, watching his eyes.
She wished he would kiss her, seal the moment. It wasn't until it was all over that Elle realized what this all meant--because it was something big, something she couldn't take back. Snuffing out someone's life was one thing; it was easy, non-consequential in the grand scheme of things, and she'd done it plenty.
But this... this was calling to the darkness in her like killing never could. She was looking into his eyes, and seeing the darkness there, and she wanted to drown in it, jump headfirst.
Was this what falling in love felt like? She made up her mind, right then, that she wasn't going to give this to her daddy. Not one second, not one word. It meant too much to her; he meant too much to her. This moment was hers.