Pansy exhales when Blake lets go of her shirt, releasing a breath she didn't know she'd been holding in. Don't go, she wants to say. Letting go somehow represents returning to fighting monsters. Which she simultaneously loves and hates. But she doesn't say that, possibly out of strength or weakness. Pansy is a girl of extremes. She can be this or that and will switch between the two but not pause to exist in the middle. And right now she's back to being the unafraid Leader.
"We'll kill them," she amends with a confident smirk. It occurs to Pansy, she'll no longer tell the Swords about this moment. They're both... compromised.
"You good?" she asks her friend. And her tone suggests there's only one acceptable answer.
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Blake & Pansy
Date: 2019-01-25 08:20 am (UTC)"We'll kill them," she amends with a confident smirk. It occurs to Pansy, she'll no longer tell the Swords about this moment. They're both... compromised.
"You good?" she asks her friend. And her tone suggests there's only one acceptable answer.