Her reply is a step. One, two, each after another. The sound of the KING'S demands do not fall on deaf ears but upon the unwilling. The stubborn. The clack of heels reply in the absence of words, of taunts or snark. It is neither because of a lack of self preservation nor beligerince that lead she to cross lines into his own yet still does not give what is asked.
She does not, shall not seek out more. Even presumptuousness has limit, where stubbornness and relentlessness falls. The sheen of gold burns despite how her lashes attempt she shield her from them. Gaudy, is what this body often referred to it. Much like the demigod himself, loud, abrasive, obnoxiously makes its presence know to all that bear witness.
It is a burn that brings COMFORT despite herself.
Blank eyes, her eyes have ofter been so visionless yet now twinkle with something that only she ever would have. There is no soul, there is no mind and yet that growth that had once taken root back then has truly flourished as she raises her head to meet him head on. A right she has taken by invading his space.
Blank eyes no longer, bronze crinkle something dark. Something human, something that simple flesh should never possess with the other. Where does the line of affection merge with anger, when the lost of one companion after everything valued and loved has been taken away..... still cuts like a blade? Or rather, it is because he is all that remains. A singular red string that fate cannot untangle, a cord that is vicious in claiming hold of what it has deemed its own. One that she want to pull at just as viciously.
Don't leave me, not you too.
"Welcome back, AUO." Palms smoothen out and lay flat upon her sides. Saver speaks allowed, that which has been asked of her finally fullfilled. Hakuno goes further, her voice becomes brittle with this new mixture of emotion. Frustration and LONGING.
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