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[sunmon]

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[morozova]

What?

( oh.

oh. )

I don't think they understand how the collar works.

[sunmon]

all things considered i'd think they expect me to be suffocating you here

[morozova]

Do you want to?
Try it, I mean.

[sunmon]

do YOU?

[morozova]

Possibly.

[sunmon]

are you being shy?

[morozova]

I don't think I know how to be shy.

[sunmon]

then why won't you just say that you want me to

[morozova]

I wouldn't be against trying.
If you wanted.

[sunmon]

you are being shy.

[morozova]

I just.
Wanted to be sure that you'd be interested.
First.

[sunmon]

did LIES send that original message, or did you?

[morozova]

LIES.
I've been receiving messages all week.
But it did get me thinking.

[sunmon]

tell me how it'd work.

[morozova]

You'll get me close and then.
Right when I'm near the edge.
You'll wrap those lovely fingers around my throat and squeeze.

( don't tell him you haven't thought about it alina? )

(cw: ptsd, character death, intimate partner violence mentions)

[sunmon]

[ she thinks about it. pictures it. warmth twitches in her gut, spilling over, and —

reggie's face. the look of hurt, fear. she chokes on her next breath, desperate to scramble away from the inside of her own mind, and too aware that she has nowhere to go. the room tips. stretches, then shrinks. ]

no
find someone else.

[ but that, too, hurts. she wants to take it back right away. she doesn't want him to find anyone else. she doesn't want to be left alone because she's not enough. she cups her hands to her mouth, hyperventilates into her palms. ]

[morozova]

Another time, perhaps.

[sunmon]

[ she should move. she should get up and do something, go somewhere, do anything but stay in her own head. but she feels like a weight that can't budge and her hands won't stop shaking.

comebackcomebackcomeback. but she can't say that. it's the darkling. she doesn't really want him back, does she? but she doesn't want to be alone either. he's been good to her. he's — no. she can't beg for him to stay. she can't take back what she'd said. find someone else.

paralyzed by indecision and fear, her tears soak the pillow. even when she finally manages to pick the phone back up, she can't figure out what to say. she wants him to say something, anything, to make her feel like she hasn't ruined something. but all the complexities of the mess they've made of one another sit between them, and she can't bring herself to beg for scraps from him. he would only be more disgusted with her than he already is.

ah. there. ]

i've been thinking.
i shouldn't keep staying here.
i should get another place.

[morozova]

Why?

[sunmon]

we both know you don't like the person that i am here.
you don't like seeing me weak.

[morozova]

I don't like seeing you suffer.
But if you feel this is what you need.

[sunmon]

don't lie to me.

[ he's been the cause of her suffering too often to truly hate watching that. but his prompt willingness to defer, to let her go, tells her that she's right and he doesn't want to have to see it.

it's only then that she realizes she'd hoped he'd correct her. and just like that, she feels worse than before. ]

[morozova]

You're destroying yourself over something you couldn't help.
And I am greedy enough to keep you with me given the chance.
So, no.
I don't like to see you weak.
I like it less so when I know I am contributing to it.

[sunmon]

[ but he has the chance, and he isn't keeping her with him. he doesn't ask her to stay. because she's not the person he wants. that person might not even exist anymore, she realizes.

but something else sticks out. ]

how are you contributing to it?

[morozova]

Because you're hiding here in the dark.
You were made for the light, Alina.