[Her name— while tinged with sincerity— sparks no direct recognition. Unspoken, unrecognized, he'd seen the distant echo of her memories. A world both familiar and out of reach.
Impatience pinches the nerves along his spine.]
Liar. [Roughly, he moves to jostle her yet again, palm edging up beneath her jawline towards the pressure points embedded there. Backlash for the insult her accusation poses, more toothless than he might otherwise be.
Somehow, beneath all the denial and suspicion, he knows. He knows.]
I don't know you. I don't recognize you. Whatever you might have been told, I won't be manipulated.
no subject
Impatience pinches the nerves along his spine.]
Liar. [Roughly, he moves to jostle her yet again, palm edging up beneath her jawline towards the pressure points embedded there. Backlash for the insult her accusation poses, more toothless than he might otherwise be.
Somehow, beneath all the denial and suspicion, he knows. He knows.]
I don't know you. I don't recognize you. Whatever you might have been told, I won't be manipulated.