[ but he is. he should be, because fear is a logical response to a monster, but caroline doesn't want fear to underline every interaction they have. maybe that's the difference between dreams and reality — awake, caroline remembers that it's not quite as dire as she'd felt in the dreams, not quite so desperate for a live body to snack on as she had felt then. awake, she remembers her own self-control, the tools she has at her disposal.
she takes a sip of her drink, and holds the bourbon in her mouth for a moment to savor the burn. ]
I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anybody.
[ he tips his glass, watching the last of the liquid shift, before his eyes flash back to her. she'd said something similar in the dream — after she'd sunk her teeth in him and compelled him to let her feed.
after all this time, fitz is still fitz, so. ]
Then don't.
[ it's the same thing he said to ophelia. choose not to hurt anyone. choose love, not fear. choose empathy. ]
[ a bit of an extravagant promise when your physiology literally demands the sacrifice of human blood to continue on, but she means it. if there's any way to avoid hurting leo fitz, caroline will find it. even if it means sacrificing her own comfort in the process. he deserves that much.
he drains his drink, and she follows suit; the two empty glasses are then pushed aside, neatly stacked on the edge of their table as a signal to be swept away by whatever barkeep employ might do the task, and in the empty space they leave, caroline sets her hands, palms flat. ]
Do you want to meet me in the sleeping car, then? Before we get there?
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[ but he is. he should be, because fear is a logical response to a monster, but caroline doesn't want fear to underline every interaction they have. maybe that's the difference between dreams and reality — awake, caroline remembers that it's not quite as dire as she'd felt in the dreams, not quite so desperate for a live body to snack on as she had felt then. awake, she remembers her own self-control, the tools she has at her disposal.
she takes a sip of her drink, and holds the bourbon in her mouth for a moment to savor the burn. ]
I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anybody.
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after all this time, fitz is still fitz, so. ]
Then don't.
[ it's the same thing he said to ophelia. choose not to hurt anyone. choose love, not fear. choose empathy. ]
And I won't be.
[ second chances are very in right now. ]
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[ a bit of an extravagant promise when your physiology literally demands the sacrifice of human blood to continue on, but she means it. if there's any way to avoid hurting leo fitz, caroline will find it. even if it means sacrificing her own comfort in the process. he deserves that much.
he drains his drink, and she follows suit; the two empty glasses are then pushed aside, neatly stacked on the edge of their table as a signal to be swept away by whatever barkeep employ might do the task, and in the empty space they leave, caroline sets her hands, palms flat. ]
Do you want to meet me in the sleeping car, then? Before we get there?
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[ a little nod, then, accepting (if not yet fully trusting) her promise. it's enough for now — has to be. ]
Yeah. [ he stands. ] See you in a bit, Caroline.