[ He says 'Holly' and Hysminai's insides scream like he's just raked a bird-hook blade across her belly, six-inches deep. Holly isn't her name, Holly isn't worship, and that's exactly what Hysminai needs right now. She needs fighting and quarrel, she needs blood on both of her hands.
With difficulty, she pulls herself up to standing, her back hunched and her lungs panting like she's just finished a fight. Hysminai's hair hands in sweat matted strands around her face; her spine stoops almost feebly; she looks just as feeble as she feels and she's both hateful and relieved that Marlon sees her like this.
Though gritted teeth, her hand trembling and her tendons tense as she braces herself against the back of the couch. ]
Hysminai, [ she hisses, her voice low. ] Fucking pray.
[ It's something she hasn't told him to do since the very beginning. But the words of worship of Hysminai and her discordant family were necessary for Marlon to learn as an act of faith. Her gift couldn't have been given, otherwise. ]
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With difficulty, she pulls herself up to standing, her back hunched and her lungs panting like she's just finished a fight. Hysminai's hair hands in sweat matted strands around her face; her spine stoops almost feebly; she looks just as feeble as she feels and she's both hateful and relieved that Marlon sees her like this.
Though gritted teeth, her hand trembling and her tendons tense as she braces herself against the back of the couch. ]
Hysminai, [ she hisses, her voice low. ] Fucking pray.
[ It's something she hasn't told him to do since the very beginning. But the words of worship of Hysminai and her discordant family were necessary for Marlon to learn as an act of faith. Her gift couldn't have been given, otherwise. ]