He didn't just teach her how to get a hold of her demon powers. He taught her how to embrace the monster in her. So many people would fall all over themselves to reassure her that she isn't, and a part of her is, of course. She knows what she is capable of; what she has always been capable of. And Sonny saw it, too, but he never feared it. She blinks through the tears, her fingers gripping tight hold of his. Her eyes close, like she has found relief, the moment his hand cups her face.
She leans into it, the warmth of his hand. It is as warm as she is warm.
A thumb draws out to wipe the tear away from his face, and all too quickly, she is finally (finally!) gathering him up in her arms, hugging him tightly to her. "Older," she says then. Older than she remembers.
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He didn't just teach her how to get a hold of her demon powers. He taught her how to embrace the monster in her. So many people would fall all over themselves to reassure her that she isn't, and a part of her is, of course. She knows what she is capable of; what she has always been capable of. And Sonny saw it, too, but he never feared it. She blinks through the tears, her fingers gripping tight hold of his. Her eyes close, like she has found relief, the moment his hand cups her face.
She leans into it, the warmth of his hand. It is as warm as she is warm.
A thumb draws out to wipe the tear away from his face, and all too quickly, she is finally (finally!) gathering him up in her arms, hugging him tightly to her. "Older," she says then. Older than she remembers.
More broken than she remembers, too.