♡ / godblooded
your claws were buried in the soft skin of her throat. you remember the way it had opened, rubies spilling and clattering to the floor, spilling. you had wished so dearly that you could hear them– had desired so truly for it to be anything else. so truly for it to be anything besides the small puddle edging to lap against your boots, to lightly touch leather. you kept your eyes on her face and her own expression. you watched the peaceful calm, felt all that pain flow through you, and she spoke to you so quietly, i waited for you. oh, i waited so long for you.
she speaks to you and you look at her– you cannot hide your face, nor can you hide the eye you no longer have. it is but scar tissue, and you do not deceive royalty. it would be against your nature. it would be indecent. it would be an offense worthy of your death. (and what death?)
the feeling of her calm is flowing through your veins. it tingles in your fingertips, runs along your spine. you growl softly under your breath, an animal instinctively goaded into discomfort. her tenderness causes you nothing but discomfort. you avoid eye contact pointedly, even if you should have only one eye to cause the contact with.
“i inter-rude on y’kingdom. yeh had’uh right.”
❛ violence should never be the first answer. ❜ a rule the amazon sticks by. always willing to give multiple chances / keeping faith in people despite the worst she faces. extend a hand first before a fist. she cannot blame defense or the actions of the other. and diana is not above admitting she is wrong / that her first actions were unnecessary. an apology heavy on her features.
fingers unconsciously make their way to her neck , the indents of the other’s claws are still there , healing / but not quite there yet. not the best of introductions but not all of them could go as well as diana hopes. but her kingdom is a welcoming one , though hardly diana’s kingdom. she will still uphold the values all amazons do. and diana more than most. openly caring for others , her emotions worn on her sleeve alongside her heart.
her hand reaches out though does not initiate contact. for it is quite clear that kitty herself is avoiding it. but the amazon herself is a physical being , her intentions quite clear she might as well have been shouting them. as is , her voice is quiet. ❛ we get very few visitors , it was wrong of me to react like that. if i may —– ❜ and now she really does pause / though it would be incorrect to assume that the amazon is embarrassed. ❛ you seem so familiar , like an old friend. yet i know we have never met before. ❜
perhaps confirming something kitty already felt but diana does not have an exact name for. there were people destined to be together / a whole body separated into two. four legs , four arms , two heads , but one heart. women on themyscira who found their souls connected. but diana had never experienced that herself. had no baseline to compare the feeling too.
you loved her and you were lost to her at once. you adored her with everything in your heart and everything in the mythological concept, the discussion of the soul. you will love her long after she remains and the universe is long gone. you will love the body she leaves behind, untouched and familiar, laid to rest in the royal crypt beside mother and father, beside drake, beside gwyneth, so long ago crowned and dead at the hands of the one just silenced. you see their blood on your hands. you see it soaked bright red. you hear them still. you remember them well.
when you took her life you snipped your own thread. it was a willing separation, tearing free. the blood trickling and trickling until it had drained and was no more. until your desperate, sobbing hysteria subdued to weak whimpers. you loved her and she was lost to you.
with her death, so too was your bond severed. you do not have another. you cannot. but this pull she speaks of feels familiar. it feels— unwanted. you do not wish to revisit, to recreate what was several lifetimes of love now tainted by death. you wish to leave it where it was, and besides, it is impossible. it is completely impossible. she is gone, and so, too, are you. losing her also meant losing you.
you do not and cannot imagine it. so she extends a hand and you glance at it with your head cocked, curious and anxious at once. “nuh,” it’s gruff and quiet. your head shakes, swift, and your voice settles into a low, calm purr, “what would yeh have me do, princess?” it is reverent. it is appreciative. you are a dog to royalty. you are collared about the throat. you are less than she, and always will.
your posture is straight, heavy, speaks of a knight’s gait. this place sparks your discomfort. this place creates a sense of tingling fear within you, as all things do, but her calm blankets you and somehow you feel at war with yourself. you push the feeling away when an eye closes for a moment, opens.
“i’on’ unnerstand.”
