[ She gets up in one move, hands planted behind her, hips pushing up and prompting herself up. Shoulders heaving up and down, sweat and blood. Sore muscles, knuckles bruised. Teeth clenched, each breath a hiss. She's backing up but Parker can't turn off the anger inside her chest.
The fight was a good excuse for it. A good cover. Hiding anger with adrenaline, spur of the moment. But it isn't from the moment at all and she doesn't want to stop being angry. Because if she stops, she has to think about everything. Hear it, see it in her head. Feel it again in a memory that doesn't want to fade. Would she really do it? In a different universe, a parallel future-- an alternative timeline. Maybe there's one happening right now. ]
Don't-- [ She finally opens her mouth, to say something. Anything. Don't turn away. She doesn't want this to end. Please.
Parker bends over herself, hands on knees, gripping jeans tight enough to turn red knuckles white. Not because she's tired or needs her pause, but because it's the only way to hide her face without being too evident. Clenches her jaw so hard it hurts, frown so deep it wrinkles all her lines. Put yourself back together, Andy.
She straightens up again, fists curled by her sides. ]
Why did you stop? [ Not said as a question but as a demand. ]
for reference this is now day 137 laughs awkwardly
The fight was a good excuse for it. A good cover. Hiding anger with adrenaline, spur of the moment. But it isn't from the moment at all and she doesn't want to stop being angry. Because if she stops, she has to think about everything. Hear it, see it in her head. Feel it again in a memory that doesn't want to fade. Would she really do it? In a different universe, a parallel future-- an alternative timeline. Maybe there's one happening right now. ]
Don't-- [ She finally opens her mouth, to say something. Anything. Don't turn away. She doesn't want this to end. Please.
Parker bends over herself, hands on knees, gripping jeans tight enough to turn red knuckles white. Not because she's tired or needs her pause, but because it's the only way to hide her face without being too evident. Clenches her jaw so hard it hurts, frown so deep it wrinkles all her lines. Put yourself back together, Andy.
She straightens up again, fists curled by her sides. ]
Why did you stop? [ Not said as a question but as a demand. ]