“ It’s fine. It’s not like you belonged to me to begin with. ” (... ivy I'M SORRY YOU'RE THE ONE WHO REBLOGGED IT)
ANGST SENTENCES ♦️ accepting
The term belong nearly has the blonde cringing; the term alone seemingly moving all the developments she’d made since leaving the Joker look like nothing. While she’d happily belong to Ivy, Harley had spent years giving her all to a man who did nothing but strip her of her most basic needs, ultimately aiding in the loss of herself. Harley was the shell of her former self and unlike anyone else in this kind of situation, for the clown there was no going back. So when Ivy says such a thing, there’s a confused furrow of her brow before she’s speaking. “Ivy...” Her hands lift to hold the others’ gently between her own, her expression softening as she makes an attempt to explain what she’s feeling to the redhead. “It’s not that I don’t wanna be yours, s’just, I wanna be mine first.” A sigh leaves her as she connects her gaze with Ivy’s. “I lost so mucha’ myself when... Y’know. I wanna get that back. Y’deserve alla’ me, daffodoll.”
