[He takes her in, eyes raking down again as his hands go to her hips.]
Let him control any food supplies we get. Put him in direct charge, underneath you, of any food stores. He's anxious about food. Resorted to cannibalism because of it. It may help curb that fear and will give him a little power.
[ She unbuttons her jeans and they fall to the floor, where she kicks them off. But before she goes to the bed, she pauses. ]
John, there's... [ She's hesitant, but she goes on. ] There's something else I should confess. Should have confessed, but I didn't realize it until recently.
[ She notices that look, and hooks her thumbs beneath the lace, teasing the underwear down just a little. Her confession is important, but she wore the lace just for this occasion so that's important too. ]
When you asked me what I would be without wrath. I...should have said that I don't know. I've never been without it. I don't know what would be left underneath.
[ She doesn't want to admit it, it's a realization she only just came to herself, but if she accidentally spilled her guts to a fucking warden then John deserves her honesty, too. ]
[ She lets go a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She doesn't like to be this vulnerable, not even to John, but she can't deny the feeling of relief that washes over her.
It's good to confess. To admit who she is and be accepted for it. ]
Yeah. Why should there?
[ She smiles, looking down at her scars and peering up at him from beneath the rims of her glasses before she scurries off to the bed, sprawling out and waiting for him to come and do whatever he wants with all that lace. ]
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He'll find a strong opposition in me. But maybe he needs some responsibility. Some semblance of power.
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[ She lets the shirt slide off, leaving nothing but the carved word and that black lace bra. ]
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Let him control any food supplies we get. Put him in direct charge, underneath you, of any food stores. He's anxious about food. Resorted to cannibalism because of it. It may help curb that fear and will give him a little power.
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[ She wraps her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. ]
If shit goes south and he tries to keep it all for himself, the two of us can deal with him easily. But let's hope he's smart enough to realize that.
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[He looks down, unable to take his eyes from the scars.]
As long as we always have a contingency plan.
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Gluttony. That's a long one. [ To carve into someone. Not that that's a bad thing. ]
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[He slides his hands around her waist, pulling her against him.]
Business over? Let's just go to bed.
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[ She unbuttons her jeans and they fall to the floor, where she kicks them off. But before she goes to the bed, she pauses. ]
John, there's... [ She's hesitant, but she goes on. ] There's something else I should confess. Should have confessed, but I didn't realize it until recently.
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He keeps his voice light, casual.]
Hm? What's that?
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When you asked me what I would be without wrath. I...should have said that I don't know. I've never been without it. I don't know what would be left underneath.
[ She doesn't want to admit it, it's a realization she only just came to herself, but if she accidentally spilled her guts to a fucking warden then John deserves her honesty, too. ]
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I know that already, Carol. It's why you can't completely let it go. It's why you wear your sin with pride. You are Wrath.
Like the one who killed me. The Deputy who - [He sucks in a deep breath.]
Why should there be something underneath?
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It's good to confess. To admit who she is and be accepted for it. ]
Yeah. Why should there?
[ She smiles, looking down at her scars and peering up at him from beneath the rims of her glasses before she scurries off to the bed, sprawling out and waiting for him to come and do whatever he wants with all that lace. ]