Btw, this collection is based on a selective compilation of a psych-disorder theme-set and a set of sexual-categories. It seemed appropriate. Thanks for all feedback.
rationalization
V tries to impress on her the chasm of their difference. How the only thing they share is the country they live in. How they are lifetimes apart, born of fire and rain, of hate and lo—something else. How this is cannot work.
Stockholm Syndrome, he says, strange and ironic.
No.
You will regret this.
Maybe.
This will hurt only you in the end, Evey.
She doesn't say anything. Her hands are cool and steady on his chest. Feels the beat of his life quicken, channeling the tightening of her heart. World fading. They are their own country.
Yes.
seperation anxiety
V almost has her right then, Revolution be damned, when she returns at last. Lovely and hard. Vulnerable and unreadable. Longing suddenly suffocating, her presence an open wound.
'Dance with me,' he manages, a last request.
Her eyes are young and wise when she moves to him. Unsmiling, as their fingertips meet, light as a held breath. They move to the jukebox, unspoken things caught between.
Then Evey puts her head on his chest and speaks the words like an insult.
'I hate you,' she murmurs.
Gunpowder underfoot.
'I missed you.'
Catch in breath.
'I ne—'
Revolution nearly damned.