[Lust descends the stairs in her robe and slippers, knowing Scar is close behind. This is a possibility she hasn't accounted for, hasn't allowed herself to account for. It was too painful a 'what if?'. She isn't prepared for this - though perhaps it's not the sort of thing that can be prepared for.
Hearts were funny that way.
While she doesn't rush, she doesn't linger either. She needs to see for herself how he is, has a need to soothe and tend to him. Even after all this time, those feelings and impulses remain.
But she resists rushing to him when she reaches the living room, not wanting to startle or distress him. God only knows what he's been through, what must be on his mind. But she calls to him, trying to smile despite the shock of seeing him. Rather, the state of him.]
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Hearts were funny that way.
While she doesn't rush, she doesn't linger either. She needs to see for herself how he is, has a need to soothe and tend to him. Even after all this time, those feelings and impulses remain.
But she resists rushing to him when she reaches the living room, not wanting to startle or distress him. God only knows what he's been through, what must be on his mind. But she calls to him, trying to smile despite the shock of seeing him. Rather, the state of him.]
Wrath?