Elle found herself effectively tangled in Ghaleon's embrace, both arm and wing, and blinked into the darkness that was slowly creeping in. Elle hadn't been close to a living body like this since...<br/><br/>Lee's hands on her throat, calling her name, color filling her skin in pastel rainbows, electricity from her lips with each desperate gasp for air, hemorrhaging power into his fingertips.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Whore</span>, whispered the ghost of her twin's memory.<br/><br/>Elle choked as she realized that she was hyperventilating, her breath irregular against Ghaleon's shoulder. Her fingers dug into him where her hands had lain unnoticed before, her eyes wide open and pupils threatening to disappear into the grey of her irises. She tried to force herself to calm down, but the memory lurked too close to the surface. In combat Elle was a machine. When held, she was helpless and panicked like a baby bird.<br/><br/>She lowered her head, hiding her face. She would find him yet, that sorry bastard, and she would take back what he stole. Not just from her, but from everyone.<br/><br/>But tonight, she was having a hard enough time keeping her head straight.