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turnonmyheels) wrote2009-11-12 08:52 am
turnonmyheels) wrote2009-11-12 08:52 am
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Drabble - Sons of Anarchy
Tara POV, spoilers for last episode.
Your fingers caress worn, familiar, leather. A loose thread draws your attention. It's (another) wound visible to all. Now there's a fresher, deeper one. Visible in the eyes, in the flex of the jaw. Hands flex and ball into fists, helpless to save and protect. Aching to strike and avenge.
Trapped in a vicious cycle.
Thrust. Counter. Parry. (his)
Deceive. Obscure. Heal. (yours)
You've both gone Nomad. No club, no hospital. No harbor of refuge.
"I'm going to kill them." Resolution. "Or die trying."
"I know." Because what's his (family) is now yours you make your own vow. "I'll help."
Your fingers caress worn, familiar, leather. A loose thread draws your attention. It's (another) wound visible to all. Now there's a fresher, deeper one. Visible in the eyes, in the flex of the jaw. Hands flex and ball into fists, helpless to save and protect. Aching to strike and avenge.
Trapped in a vicious cycle.
Thrust. Counter. Parry. (his)
Deceive. Obscure. Heal. (yours)
You've both gone Nomad. No club, no hospital. No harbor of refuge.
"I'm going to kill them." Resolution. "Or die trying."
"I know." Because what's his (family) is now yours you make your own vow. "I'll help."
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