⊰ Jones ⊱:
“Because you have that look on your face that you wish to punch me in the face.” There was a small pain there, on his heart maybe, that she wished him dead, but then again, he deserved it. But he feared. She was so young when he first encounter her and many would say he seduced her. She had every right to be angry, but Indy wasn’t a man to give up that easily; well, except for that one time.
He allowed to be pushed, before standing his ground, taking a hold of her hands to stop her attack. “A part of me tells me that’s not true, Marion. Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Despite how much you annoy me at times.”
At this point the woman was on the verge of tears, the complete sorrow she’d felt after he left her last time, and before they were supposed to get married was just too much to bare and grin with. Surprisingly she didn’t feel quite dead inside, it was an impossible relationship they’d had on and off, why did he abandon her? Resting her head against his chest a little bit, Marion felt her optics start to moisten, before she breathed in abruptly and pulled away from him. Clenching one hand into a fist, before she gently pounded it against his chest, before turning away from him.
❝It’s funny y'know, even after how many times you brutally and ruthlessly rip my heart out of my chest, I still love you and I have no idea why. ❞
Feeling her body start to quake and quiver, she then grabbed at his body as she collided her features with his chest and just started to sob. It was hard work keeping a strong facade up when she felt so weak around him.
