Shut up. [It's a whisper muffled by pressing her own face against his shoulder, not caring about the slide of dust against her cheek or the press of grit against her jaw...or even the tickle of dirt she knows will end in a sneeze.]
Just...shut up.
[She holds on as long and as tight as she can, and she's shocked at just how much feeling she had to cut out of herself to do this, to come here. It's a dark closet in her soul springing open, but instead of skeletons, things like safety and light and joy flooded out. Whether or not they were together, that was Scott in a nutshell. He was everything good and right and decent, and he was the thing that restored balance. When she was lost in grief and anger, he brought her back with wisdom and fairness, when she drew her arrow to spill necessary blood, he found a way so she wouldn't have to.
She was saving her compassion, her fairness, her happiness for the Inmate she needs to graduate to save Stiles. She only had enough for that person when she stepped onto the ship, but now...now she can have some for herself, too.
So she clings to Scott...until the moment she has to jerk back, turn her head aside, and sneeze into her arm...with her dagger still tucked against her forearm and now plainly visible.
As well as nearly shoved right in Scott's face.]
Jesus...I'm sorry. [She's laughing as she steps back and moves to set the dagger on the bed and returns promptly to wrap her arms around Scott again.] Sorry, I...
[You startled me. I wasn't expecting you. I can't believe you're here. She wants to say it all, but none of it comes out. She's streaked in his filth now, gritty with dirt from hugging him, and she's happier than she's been in months.
Grinning like an idiot, she caught his face between her hands and kissed him...a chaste, closed press of lips borne out of pure, giddy relief and jubilation.]
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Just...shut up.
[She holds on as long and as tight as she can, and she's shocked at just how much feeling she had to cut out of herself to do this, to come here. It's a dark closet in her soul springing open, but instead of skeletons, things like safety and light and joy flooded out. Whether or not they were together, that was Scott in a nutshell. He was everything good and right and decent, and he was the thing that restored balance. When she was lost in grief and anger, he brought her back with wisdom and fairness, when she drew her arrow to spill necessary blood, he found a way so she wouldn't have to.
She was saving her compassion, her fairness, her happiness for the Inmate she needs to graduate to save Stiles. She only had enough for that person when she stepped onto the ship, but now...now she can have some for herself, too.
So she clings to Scott...until the moment she has to jerk back, turn her head aside, and sneeze into her arm...with her dagger still tucked against her forearm and now plainly visible.
As well as nearly shoved right in Scott's face.]
Jesus...I'm sorry. [She's laughing as she steps back and moves to set the dagger on the bed and returns promptly to wrap her arms around Scott again.] Sorry, I...
[You startled me. I wasn't expecting you. I can't believe you're here. She wants to say it all, but none of it comes out. She's streaked in his filth now, gritty with dirt from hugging him, and she's happier than she's been in months.
Grinning like an idiot, she caught his face between her hands and kissed him...a chaste, closed press of lips borne out of pure, giddy relief and jubilation.]