[ There is silence, one long, long moment of silence. Maybe, almost, she might have relented.
But it is long, long past that. Rightly, or more correctly: wrongly, her pain is too much and her anger with it just wanting to land on something, anything at all.
Then the sound of water rushes. Trickling, like there is an ocean on the other side of the door and it will not be kept out. ]
๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐! Coward that she gives me truths where ๐๐๐ will only spit pathetic deflections so you may save your pathetic ego! Yet you accuse me of not holding my ๐๐๐๐๐! Do you want to know what it looks like when I truly no longer wish to do so?! I am ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐พ๐. ๐ท๐๐. I am ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐-๐ฑ๐๐๐๐๐ and you are a lฬตอฬ อฬฬฬอฬฐฬซฬฐฬคฬญiฬตฬฬออออฬฟฬพออฬณฬจอฬฅฬออฬฬฒอtฬถฬฬ ฬอฬฝฬออฬนฬฌฬออ อฬญtฬตฬอฬฬอออฬฬฬฬชฬขฬฉอlฬตอออฬออฬฬคฬณอฬผeฬถฬฬอฬฬอฬอออ ฬถฬฬอฬปฬฅออmฬธออฬอฬฬฬฬฬฒฬอฬฉฬจฬฉฬคaฬถฬออฬฬฑnฬถฬฬฬข filled with fear of what he barely comprehends and ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!
[ The door shatters. She does not barge through it, she does not follow in. Simply that it cannot stand the pressure she forces against it, and the decompression between where he stands and here she stands explodes it. She stands there, pulled up to her full height and her hair a mantle that floats above her head, her eyes, and the black, black eyes of the Sea-Father above them so that two sets open, stare. The water that bids her clothes to float and twist around her. ]
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But it is long, long past that. Rightly, or more correctly: wrongly, her pain is too much and her anger with it just wanting to land on something, anything at all.
Then the sound of water rushes. Trickling, like there is an ocean on the other side of the door and it will not be kept out. ]
๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐! Coward that she gives me truths where ๐๐๐ will only spit pathetic deflections so you may save your pathetic ego! Yet you accuse me of not holding my ๐๐๐๐๐! Do you want to know what it looks like when I truly no longer wish to do so?! I am ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐พ๐. ๐ท๐๐. I am ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐-๐ฑ๐๐๐๐๐ and you are a lฬตอฬ อฬฬฬอฬฐฬซฬฐฬคฬญiฬตฬฬออออฬฟฬพออฬณฬจอฬฅฬออฬฬฒอtฬถฬฬ ฬอฬฝฬออฬนฬฌฬออ อฬญtฬตฬอฬฬอออฬฬฬฬชฬขฬฉอlฬตอออฬออฬฬคฬณอฬผeฬถฬฬอฬฬอฬอออ ฬถฬฬอฬปฬฅออmฬธออฬอฬฬฬฬฬฒฬอฬฉฬจฬฉฬคaฬถฬออฬฬฑnฬถฬฬฬข filled with fear of what he barely comprehends and ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!
[ The door shatters. She does not barge through it, she does not follow in. Simply that it cannot stand the pressure she forces against it, and the decompression between where he stands and here she stands explodes it. She stands there, pulled up to her full height and her hair a mantle that floats above her head, her eyes, and the black, black eyes of the Sea-Father above them so that two sets open, stare. The water that bids her clothes to float and twist around her. ]