02-07-2014, 09:49 AM
Avery.
Is.
Shocked.
She's not standing too far away from Phoebe, and she hears the way it sounds when those battle-hardened knuckles make contact with that perfection of bone structure known as Phoebe Stavros's jaw. Avery's own jaw has dropped, her eyes widened, and she simply looks stunned for a moment.
Yet how many times has she regretted that her brother cannot rough-house with her anymore, because he cannot help that gleam of terror in his eyes when he sees an equal gleam or rage or savagery in hers? How many times has she felt an almost embarrassing joy mingled with an even more embarrassing sorrow when fighting the enemy, wishing she didn't have to kill them so quickly because it's just such a relief to hit something, tear at something, bite and rip and thrash and claw at something?
She joins the fray. After that initial moment of shock, after that polite pretense of humanity, Avery lets herself go. Because here, and now, she can.
Is.
Shocked.
She's not standing too far away from Phoebe, and she hears the way it sounds when those battle-hardened knuckles make contact with that perfection of bone structure known as Phoebe Stavros's jaw. Avery's own jaw has dropped, her eyes widened, and she simply looks stunned for a moment.
Yet how many times has she regretted that her brother cannot rough-house with her anymore, because he cannot help that gleam of terror in his eyes when he sees an equal gleam or rage or savagery in hers? How many times has she felt an almost embarrassing joy mingled with an even more embarrassing sorrow when fighting the enemy, wishing she didn't have to kill them so quickly because it's just such a relief to hit something, tear at something, bite and rip and thrash and claw at something?
She joins the fray. After that initial moment of shock, after that polite pretense of humanity, Avery lets herself go. Because here, and now, she can.
my whole life is thunder.