( distantly, misha is aware that she's feeling something an awful lot like panic, which is laughable because she just doesn't. misha has handled just about everything thrown at her in the last few years with grace and with calm, and the only time she's even come close to losing it was on one particularly unpleasant incident where cole had gotten injured. it had been bad. misha had really thought that she'd lose him that day.
the vice around her throat feels an awful lot like that, actually.
for a moment she doesn't answer, just pushes into his room and does a few spins on the spot, looking lost. eventually she finds a direction and tugs open one of his drawers, grabbing a shirt and pants and throwing them on the floor behind her. )
Help me get out of this.
( the elaborate dresses that the families insist on them wearing through almost every aspect of these rituals have never felt more oppressive. she has more suitable clothes, of course, but on another side of the house entirely. there's no time. this will have to do. )
Get it off. ( she snaps — orders, actually. misha doesn't do that with cole very often any more. they're never not aware of the dynamic given to them by virtue of their positions, but where she can, misha likes to treat him as an equal.
she stops her movements then, swallowing hard and stilling her hands that are currently trying to rip open the ribbons of her corset on brute strength alone. misha turns, eyes finding cole's and looking at him carefully. it's possible that she's misread this entirely, that he sees her only as a master — and one stupid enough to let him into her bed at that. but she doesn't think so. she knows better. )
I want to leave. With you, as far as we can get. Do you want that too?
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the vice around her throat feels an awful lot like that, actually.
for a moment she doesn't answer, just pushes into his room and does a few spins on the spot, looking lost. eventually she finds a direction and tugs open one of his drawers, grabbing a shirt and pants and throwing them on the floor behind her. )
Help me get out of this.
( the elaborate dresses that the families insist on them wearing through almost every aspect of these rituals have never felt more oppressive. she has more suitable clothes, of course, but on another side of the house entirely. there's no time. this will have to do. )
Get it off. ( she snaps — orders, actually. misha doesn't do that with cole very often any more. they're never not aware of the dynamic given to them by virtue of their positions, but where she can, misha likes to treat him as an equal.
she stops her movements then, swallowing hard and stilling her hands that are currently trying to rip open the ribbons of her corset on brute strength alone. misha turns, eyes finding cole's and looking at him carefully. it's possible that she's misread this entirely, that he sees her only as a master — and one stupid enough to let him into her bed at that. but she doesn't think so. she knows better. )
I want to leave. With you, as far as we can get. Do you want that too?