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Geneva stood in silence, her hands balled into fists by her sides. It took every ounce of her control not to take all those words back. It was funny how the words that held the most truth stung the most leaving her mouth. She ground her back teeth together to keep from opening her mouth to take them all back. She kept her knees locked to keep herself from falling to the floor to ask forgiveness. Her body was composed of hard, harsh lines, vertical and unyielding as the truth in her words. She stood upright as those words, feeling far more fragile than she let on.
She noticed how Anu held a fist to her heart, clenched as though to keep pieces of it from pouring out. She looked on, her eyes hard and her tongue locked down inside her mouth to keep from betraying her wavering resolve. Standing still, her heart so incredibly and absurdly calm, pounding out a harsh rhythm one fierce beat at a time, Geneva didn't know how she kept herself from flying apart.
The image of Anu's clenched fist would stay with her, would follow her into dreams. She imagined that she had wounded the blue-eyed woman, and bit the insides of her mouth to keep herself from asking if she had. But she couldn't take her eyes away. She had brought this on, maybe they both had. She felt like a comet hurtling toward a black hole. She couldn't fight the gravity. Neither of them could.
Anu's words brought her up short, left her gasping for breath. She moved then, one tentative, hurried, unthought-out step toward the woman. She didn't know what she was doing, what she wanted to do at that moment. Equal parts of her wanted to reach out and hold her hand as well as grasp her shoulders and shake her hard. The words she had spoken came like a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, a sting and stimulus.
And looking into those blue eyes, she saw a reflection of the world backward, where things were skewed and shuffled and wrong. In a world of warped reflections, on the other side of the mirror, was where they could be together, perfectly in synch. But here, it would be wrong. "You don't mean that."
She couldn't do it. And it took every ounce of her being to convince herself of that. The line in the sand had been erased, and she knew which one of them would cross it first.
She stalked toward Anu and reached to touch her face. Fingers curled around the fey's face, shaping her cheek. Looking into the ocean-blue eyes, Geneva knew she would only have one chance to make this work. Suddenly, the gentle pressure of her fingers changed. She twisted her wrist, cupping Anu's chin and jerking her head forward so that they were face-to-face. She looked straight into her eyes, their vision in complete alignment. Her green eyes were cold as she bared her teeth. "Stay away," she snarled, the sound fierce, low, threatening.
She dropped her hand from Anu's face, fingers clenching into fists as her shoulders hunched in. "Stay the hell away."
Geneva stood in silence, her hands balled into fists by her sides. It took every ounce of her control not to take all those words back. It was funny how the words that held the most truth stung the most leaving her mouth. She ground her back teeth together to keep from opening her mouth to take them all back. She kept her knees locked to keep herself from falling to the floor to ask forgiveness. Her body was composed of hard, harsh lines, vertical and unyielding as the truth in her words. She stood upright as those words, feeling far more fragile than she let on.
She noticed how Anu held a fist to her heart, clenched as though to keep pieces of it from pouring out. She looked on, her eyes hard and her tongue locked down inside her mouth to keep from betraying her wavering resolve. Standing still, her heart so incredibly and absurdly calm, pounding out a harsh rhythm one fierce beat at a time, Geneva didn't know how she kept herself from flying apart.
The image of Anu's clenched fist would stay with her, would follow her into dreams. She imagined that she had wounded the blue-eyed woman, and bit the insides of her mouth to keep herself from asking if she had. But she couldn't take her eyes away. She had brought this on, maybe they both had. She felt like a comet hurtling toward a black hole. She couldn't fight the gravity. Neither of them could.
Anu's words brought her up short, left her gasping for breath. She moved then, one tentative, hurried, unthought-out step toward the woman. She didn't know what she was doing, what she wanted to do at that moment. Equal parts of her wanted to reach out and hold her hand as well as grasp her shoulders and shake her hard. The words she had spoken came like a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, a sting and stimulus.
And looking into those blue eyes, she saw a reflection of the world backward, where things were skewed and shuffled and wrong. In a world of warped reflections, on the other side of the mirror, was where they could be together, perfectly in synch. But here, it would be wrong. "You don't mean that."
She couldn't do it. And it took every ounce of her being to convince herself of that. The line in the sand had been erased, and she knew which one of them would cross it first.
She stalked toward Anu and reached to touch her face. Fingers curled around the fey's face, shaping her cheek. Looking into the ocean-blue eyes, Geneva knew she would only have one chance to make this work. Suddenly, the gentle pressure of her fingers changed. She twisted her wrist, cupping Anu's chin and jerking her head forward so that they were face-to-face. She looked straight into her eyes, their vision in complete alignment. Her green eyes were cold as she bared her teeth. "Stay away," she snarled, the sound fierce, low, threatening.
She dropped her hand from Anu's face, fingers clenching into fists as her shoulders hunched in. "Stay the hell away."