Through the haze of emotion, adrenaline, and raw fear, there was still something left in Allison that hurt for him as he roused himself, realizing he'd been exposed. Anyone that didn't know him like she did, the domino might be enough to screw with a police description...but she knew those lips, those eyes, that brow...all she would ever need to do was touch that face, and with no eyes, no other senses, she could name him, pluck him from a crowd, claim him as her own, her Jason...
The one I love.
Taking a deep breath, she watched him as he offered her his hand, just like that first night...giving her that choice again as if she had one. That hurt the worst, because there was no choice. Not now that she knew, not now that she knew that she loved him...
I trust you. God help me, you son of a bitch, I still trust you. I love you. I'm going to make you sorry you were ever born, but you're pack, you're mine, and I still trust you.
Her jaw set, nostrils flared with rage as she drew her hood back over her head. The anger, the wounded pride was written openly across her face, but just like that first night, she took his hand...not meekly and gratefully, but with a grip that could shatter stone.
And, with her free hand, she very deliberately reached out and grabbed his helmet before he could even think about hiding his face again.
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Date: 2014-09-17 10:42 pm (UTC)The one I love.
Taking a deep breath, she watched him as he offered her his hand, just like that first night...giving her that choice again as if she had one. That hurt the worst, because there was no choice. Not now that she knew, not now that she knew that she loved him...
I trust you. God help me, you son of a bitch, I still trust you. I love you. I'm going to make you sorry you were ever born, but you're pack, you're mine, and I still trust you.
Her jaw set, nostrils flared with rage as she drew her hood back over her head. The anger, the wounded pride was written openly across her face, but just like that first night, she took his hand...not meekly and gratefully, but with a grip that could shatter stone.
And, with her free hand, she very deliberately reached out and grabbed his helmet before he could even think about hiding his face again.