The Brave One (Phobia Regina)

[jheti]

#05 - Run

He'll kill her, this time; he means what he says, and so does she.

#15 - Silk

Threads shriek and warp and give way against the dresser; bruises are her favorite kind of muscle memory.

#25 - Mask

Her world is about that band of silk, powerless and smiling--always smiling--she never cries, even when he reaches up and rips it loose.

#35 - Fever

He's too warm no matter what he says, and she's never been nurturing before, never been kind before, never been useful before, at all, ever, and this does not prove anything, this useless poultry soup and the fact that he can hardly move to drink it; she is not thinking of how completely ridiculous it is, though he's the one who laughs.

#45 - Eclipse

Every time she lets her sister win, he's there to dress her wounds.

Comments

[weskerismybitch.livejournal.com]

That's completely beautiful and totally exquiste.

[jheti.livejournal.com]

^_^ thank you! <3

(I had this image of him bandaging her arm, and it was very, very hot, so that is how it occurred. Yes.)