[ Piper had already been convinced that Verim was deeply in love with Fayura; the way he'd responded to her hurting herself was enough to tell her that. This... this was different. It was love, but it was also purpose, a fierce protectiveness, and completion. It was like, and unlike, emotions that she knew. This was different than her own feelings for Jason - she loved him and knew that love was true, but what Verim felt...
...it was as if there was... an innate sort of... connector -- no, that's not the right analogy. It was different, something in their souls was different. If Verim's life had been written out in notation, he'd been living in suspension and Fayura was the missing note of the chord. She knew what it was like to love, and want, and long for - she knew possessiveness and protectiveness -- and this was still different. It felt biological, like a physical hunger; it felt entwined with her power, it felt... none of her metaphors were working, but she knew it was different.
She's quiet for a long moment, simply shifting through the emotions. Piper is the daughter of the goddess of love and beauty, and these things should be bread and butter to her. She's been able to rely on her instincts to help her navigate through more dangerous waters than this, and in the end she decides -- she's right. It's different. It is not greater than, she does not feel that her own loves are diminished or inferior, because she knows them for a blazing white flame, but this -- there is no separation. That's what it is. There is no separation between will and being and this sort of emotion, it's as though the restraint that she possesses to be able to turn against her love if need be is just... stripped. It's become a part of Verim, seeped into the cracks and holes of his soul as well as the waiting receptor there -- he was made for this.
Even mentally, inhabiting his mental body, Piper closes her eyes. She wants to remember what this feels like. It's so foreign to her understanding, she thinks she'll begin to doubt the intensity of it as soon as she's no longer experiencing it. She needs to remember this, this is important. ]
...okay. [ She opens her eyes and her lips compress into a thin line. She doesn't need Verim's influence to feel angry about what had happened to Fayura. She is certain that she is looking at dead men walking. Her voice is tightly controlled. ]
They deserve what they get.
[ Bullies like this - this won't be the first time they've done something like this. She's killed her share of monsters. She's never killed a human. She doesn't want to, still, though she wants them to stop and she wants them to hurt. This will be her, and not her - she'll experience it like she was the one doing it. But she isn't even slightly tempted to back away from this. And she doesn't want to take back what she said. ]
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...it was as if there was... an innate sort of... connector -- no, that's not the right analogy. It was different, something in their souls was different. If Verim's life had been written out in notation, he'd been living in suspension and Fayura was the missing note of the chord. She knew what it was like to love, and want, and long for - she knew possessiveness and protectiveness -- and this was still different. It felt biological, like a physical hunger; it felt entwined with her power, it felt... none of her metaphors were working, but she knew it was different.
She's quiet for a long moment, simply shifting through the emotions. Piper is the daughter of the goddess of love and beauty, and these things should be bread and butter to her. She's been able to rely on her instincts to help her navigate through more dangerous waters than this, and in the end she decides -- she's right. It's different. It is not greater than, she does not feel that her own loves are diminished or inferior, because she knows them for a blazing white flame, but this -- there is no separation. That's what it is. There is no separation between will and being and this sort of emotion, it's as though the restraint that she possesses to be able to turn against her love if need be is just... stripped. It's become a part of Verim, seeped into the cracks and holes of his soul as well as the waiting receptor there -- he was made for this.
Even mentally, inhabiting his mental body, Piper closes her eyes. She wants to remember what this feels like. It's so foreign to her understanding, she thinks she'll begin to doubt the intensity of it as soon as she's no longer experiencing it. She needs to remember this, this is important. ]
...okay. [ She opens her eyes and her lips compress into a thin line. She doesn't need Verim's influence to feel angry about what had happened to Fayura. She is certain that she is looking at dead men walking. Her voice is tightly controlled. ]
They deserve what they get.
[ Bullies like this - this won't be the first time they've done something like this. She's killed her share of monsters. She's never killed a human. She doesn't want to, still, though she wants them to stop and she wants them to hurt. This will be her, and not her - she'll experience it like she was the one doing it. But she isn't even slightly tempted to back away from this. And she doesn't want to take back what she said. ]