#jarina

"I'm not who you think I am. And I want to be honest with you."

Fandom(s): KallMeKris

Pairing: Janet Collins x Katrina Коллинз

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Where u from? Canada || Russia

Families (my AU):

Janet: Nona (mom), Marie (younger twin sister), Chad (younger brother), Riley (AU baby sister)

Katrina: Babushka (mom), Sergei, Misha (AU baby brothers)

I don’t care I love Jenny with all of my heart and she deserved all the love of this world. 

and another descendants one, because why not?

When she finally dares to touch his face, cupping his cheek in her palm and guiding him up to face her properly, he flinches away from her touch, then flinches again as he seems to force himself back into it, his eyes squeezed shut in anticipation she doesn’t quite comprehend.

Rather, that she doesn’t want to comprehend. If she lets herself think about it, it’s easy to remember the violence she bore witness to on the Isle. She knew better than to hope her children would have survived the Isle unscathed.

“Harry,” she says, “Please open your eyes. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Slowly, he does just that, and Zarina can’t help but gasp. This close, there’s no mistaking that Harry has his father’s eyes, and her heart aches with longing. For all their problems, for all the lies and betrayal at the start of their story, she truly had loved James, even more the second time around, when he came back to her on that damn island and vowed to protect her, to love her - and meant it.

“I want tae hate yeh,” Harry admits all of a sudden, eyes boring into hers, and Zarina can feel tears welling up in her own. She knows she wouldn’t blame him if he decided to feel that way, but she doesn’t want him to. “Harriet said he wasn’ as angry when ya were there,” he continues, and the look in his eyes shifts, goes distant and blank, and she shivers as a chill runs down her spine, “Always thought she was jus’ too young t’ see it. He ain’t never loved nothin’ else in his miserable life, so why would he’a loved you?”

With the wall still at his back, Harry has to push her away to get free, but he’s relieved when she relents without much force. As angry as he is, there’s still a part of him that doesn’t want to hurt her, that wants to make her want him the way his father never did, but that part can’t seem to get control of his mouth.