[Their relationship has always been tumultuous, and even though she considered him as near as family, it always felt just a little bit fragile; fractured and patched over again and again. Like a broken piece of pottery that's been repaired, never losing it's function, but with visible cracks that ran deep. Old fractures, like when she'd first learned of his heritage, or when he first took the role of Black Paladin. And new ones, like the words that haunted her long after they were said.
"Are we really even friends? Is there anything holding us together besides some messed up series of coincidences."
(It's not fair. He didn't mean it. None of them meant what they'd said out there. And yet why can't she stop thinking about it now of all times?)]
That's not what I meant. You're putting words in my mouth.
[Tersely. He steps closer but she doesn't withdraw, her hands clenched into fists. There's more important things at hand, none of what she's upset about has anything to do with the here and now, but she can't stop the thoughts running through her head.]
he looks so mad in that icon
"Are we really even friends? Is there anything holding us together besides some messed up series of coincidences."
(It's not fair. He didn't mean it. None of them meant what they'd said out there. And yet why can't she stop thinking about it now of all times?)]
That's not what I meant. You're putting words in my mouth.
[Tersely. He steps closer but she doesn't withdraw, her hands clenched into fists. There's more important things at hand, none of what she's upset about has anything to do with the here and now, but she can't stop the thoughts running through her head.]