Her jaw tightened briefly, but she didn't go still even if her eyes left his. To his arm, to somewhere between. Somewhere. Else. She can't look at him. Can't. And it is struggle to make words work there, when it is a struggle to stand near him and speak.
The only related words to her father in a week have been pleading to a man who gets the greatest satisfaction in having a reason to have her grovel at his feet. To have her standing in a corner like a song bird, knowing she won't fight back. For that solitary reason. The price is too high.
Even when it only strengthens her resolve. And desperation.
"I cannot tell you every single time The Sheriff threatens to do something to me, to any of us." She doesn't care if she's talking his arm near one of her shoulders. If she can't look at him, she can at least try to give him something.
"Half the time it is only that. Threats. Greater and greater threats. The earned fear is a great motivator to his aims where it comes to most people." She. She -- they aren't most people, she doesn't say.
Nor that 'the other half of the time,' is all cut tongues or hands, and poisoned people, and dead men swinging. That Nottingham has no other other half either. Except. Except the ribbon of hope being cut by Robin through the center slowly.
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Date: 2012-03-29 01:10 am (UTC)The only related words to her father in a week have been pleading to a man who gets the greatest satisfaction in having a reason to have her grovel at his feet. To have her standing in a corner like a song bird, knowing she won't fight back. For that solitary reason. The price is too high.
Even when it only strengthens her resolve. And desperation.
"I cannot tell you every single time The Sheriff threatens to do something to me, to any of us." She doesn't care if she's talking his arm near one of her shoulders. If she can't look at him, she can at least try to give him something.
"Half the time it is only that. Threats. Greater and greater threats. The earned fear is a great motivator to his aims where it comes to most people." She. She -- they aren't most people, she doesn't say.
Nor that 'the other half of the time,' is all cut tongues or hands, and poisoned people, and dead men swinging. That Nottingham has no other other half either. Except. Except the ribbon of hope being cut by Robin through the center slowly.