( when he was a chimera, the two sides of his brain were at war frequently. the aggressive ox, which wanted to face things head on, and the more clever squid who wanted to find another solution.
it feels the same now, with part of his mind demanding that he fight her, that he keep protecting this place, and the other wanting to pull her close and inhale her until it remembers what it's like to feel grounded. and instead, he's left frozen, red eyes flickering from dull to lively and back again as he stares at her, the words striking a chord somewhere deep within, something magic immediately tries to fight and quash.
he holds tight to his blades, but doesn't tear his wrist away from her hand. it's a familiar sensation, a pleasant one.
but the pieces just keep missing each other, not quite falling into place. )
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it feels the same now, with part of his mind demanding that he fight her, that he keep protecting this place, and the other wanting to pull her close and inhale her until it remembers what it's like to feel grounded. and instead, he's left frozen, red eyes flickering from dull to lively and back again as he stares at her, the words striking a chord somewhere deep within, something magic immediately tries to fight and quash.
he holds tight to his blades, but doesn't tear his wrist away from her hand. it's a familiar sensation, a pleasant one.
but the pieces just keep missing each other, not quite falling into place. )