[ She feels the urge to ask him to take her with him, to throw away all that she's been born into and everything she's strived towards. And she feels a foreign, different sort of concern for those stationed beneath her. It's not that she doesn't care or think their treatment unjust but she knew that was just the way of things and to challenge the status quo was reckless, dangerous.
Her brow furrows and her hands move to his chest. ] Fuck. [ She lets out an uneven breath of her own.] Please be careful... I can't be with you but my heart is.
[ Sébastien places a hand over hers, presses their joined hands to him so she might feel the echo of his heart beating quicker than usual, the most telling reveal of the way he feels even when his expression still remains mostly calm. His eyes are deep when he looks at her, sad and worried and a little afraid.
He might not have much time between now and his next step, whatever that next step might entail. All he knows is that he needs to do something about the Quarry, he has to stop it somehow. He has to save the undeserving participants from an unjust execution. ]
I would never ask you to. [ Though in his wildest, most optimistic fantasies, he might imagine it. ] You also have my heart, always.
[This isn't some action-adventure romance written for young people, this is real life. She can't just give up the life she knows and trusts to follow him into oblivion even if a part of her wants to, even if she loves him.
Life doesn't work that way. This won't end well.
She feels ill and as though her world has collapsed all around her and his touch, his hand over hers doesn't anchor her like it used to, it only makes her feel more adrift, more miserable, and less at peace. He's going to die if he goes down that path and nothing she can do can stop that or stop him.
She lets out another agonized breath before she moves to kiss him one last time.]
[ Sébastien returns the kiss with fervor, with the kind of intensity followed by a forced goodbye, knowing this is the last time they're likely to have this.
It makes his entire chest feel tight and heavy all at once, and when he follows her movement into the kiss, it's with the intention of leaving that memory of him with her, whatever happens next. He lifts a hand to bury itself into her hair, to cup the back of her neck and keep them connected to each other. His other hand pulls her into him, arm wrapped around her waist.
This might be real life, but Sébastien will kiss her like they're in an action-adventure romance. ]
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Her brow furrows and her hands move to his chest. ] Fuck. [ She lets out an uneven breath of her own.] Please be careful... I can't be with you but my heart is.
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He might not have much time between now and his next step, whatever that next step might entail. All he knows is that he needs to do something about the Quarry, he has to stop it somehow. He has to save the undeserving participants from an unjust execution. ]
I would never ask you to. [ Though in his wildest, most optimistic fantasies, he might imagine it. ] You also have my heart, always.
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Life doesn't work that way. This won't end well.
She feels ill and as though her world has collapsed all around her and his touch, his hand over hers doesn't anchor her like it used to, it only makes her feel more adrift, more miserable, and less at peace. He's going to die if he goes down that path and nothing she can do can stop that or stop him.
She lets out another agonized breath before she moves to kiss him one last time.]
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It makes his entire chest feel tight and heavy all at once, and when he follows her movement into the kiss, it's with the intention of leaving that memory of him with her, whatever happens next. He lifts a hand to bury itself into her hair, to cup the back of her neck and keep them connected to each other. His other hand pulls her into him, arm wrapped around her waist.
This might be real life, but Sébastien will kiss her like they're in an action-adventure romance. ]