What a creative threat to use — [ In the end, it is a weapon — softer than an ax above her head, but a weakness he exploits all the same. But perhaps that is what exists at the very heart of love, she thinks — trusting that he will not use that vulnerability to break her. ] — to keep me captive.
[ Strangely — or predictably, for Jude — it rings with pride beneath her sarcasm, with a fondness reserved for these moments. Though Cardan may be the one on his knees, he has still found a way to bind them to one another again.
It's impressive, really, if not a page from her own book. Jude's huff of breath sounds suspiciously like a laugh, the curve of her smile imprinting itself against his mouth as she seals that promise with the searing press of her mouth. As though she can steal them from his tongue and lock them away for safekeeping before they can be taken back. ]
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[ Strangely — or predictably, for Jude — it rings with pride beneath her sarcasm, with a fondness reserved for these moments. Though Cardan may be the one on his knees, he has still found a way to bind them to one another again.
It's impressive, really, if not a page from her own book. Jude's huff of breath sounds suspiciously like a laugh, the curve of her smile imprinting itself against his mouth as she seals that promise with the searing press of her mouth. As though she can steal them from his tongue and lock them away for safekeeping before they can be taken back. ]