[ Elizabeth had never felt this kind of emotion. This... bitterness, this sadness, this guilt - it eats at her. She wishes her main problem in life was thinking of when Songbird would bring her a new series of books to read.
Things weren't simple anymore. This complexity and intricacy of her relationship with Jack pains her in ways that she can't explain. She was ready to drive a knife through his heart and feel his blood drip against her hands. She was ready to smother him in his sleep. She was ready to channel all of her pain and suffering into one moment where she accepts her morality - to allow temptation and sin to consume her.
Elizabeth abandoned that hope. She knows that's... not the way. She can't. As Jack plays his vulnerability truthfully, feeling his guilt consume him in the same way she wanted him too. She's satisfied. Selfishly, knowing that she'll never hear Comstock in this way. Jack wasn't Comstock (she knows this now), but it'll do. ]
Thank you.
[ Was all she says, allowing him to hold her as she held him. It's an intense, physical moment. More physical than she had ever experienced. It's raw, it's enigmatic, and it's intense. Emotions were dripping between them and all Elizabeth knew was that she wanted to feel this moment - feel him truly come to terms with his own pain as she accepted hers as well.
It had to be a good five minutes of her stroking at the back of his head and neck, beginning to cry on her own accord as well. As if this moment was so delicious and so prized it brought the tears to her eyes. Elizabeth was a good girl, she thought once upon a time, but now? It scares her. Her justification of seeing him express himself like this...
...Did she impact him this much or did the truth? ]
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Things weren't simple anymore. This complexity and intricacy of her relationship with Jack pains her in ways that she can't explain. She was ready to drive a knife through his heart and feel his blood drip against her hands. She was ready to smother him in his sleep. She was ready to channel all of her pain and suffering into one moment where she accepts her morality - to allow temptation and sin to consume her.
Elizabeth abandoned that hope. She knows that's... not the way. She can't. As Jack plays his vulnerability truthfully, feeling his guilt consume him in the same way she wanted him too. She's satisfied. Selfishly, knowing that she'll never hear Comstock in this way. Jack wasn't Comstock (she knows this now), but it'll do. ]
Thank you.
[ Was all she says, allowing him to hold her as she held him. It's an intense, physical moment. More physical than she had ever experienced. It's raw, it's enigmatic, and it's intense. Emotions were dripping between them and all Elizabeth knew was that she wanted to feel this moment - feel him truly come to terms with his own pain as she accepted hers as well.
It had to be a good five minutes of her stroking at the back of his head and neck, beginning to cry on her own accord as well. As if this moment was so delicious and so prized it brought the tears to her eyes. Elizabeth was a good girl, she thought once upon a time, but now? It scares her. Her justification of seeing him express himself like this...
...Did she impact him this much or did the truth? ]
It'll be alright.