031 ☣ she has a lot of true colors

[fridgetothefire]

[Video, Public]

[The feed is at a slightly awkward angle, held one-handed. It's Anya and Two-Face. She's behind him, her chin on his shoulder on the scarred side, her other arm wrapped around him and holding a slim black knife at his throat. The knife and her hand are already thoroughly bloody, though his neck is - thus far - unscathed. Two-Face looks furious and strained. Anya looks fierce but cold and calm, almost serene.]

Two-Face is losing a lot of blood. Someone should come help him to the infirmary. We're in the library, historical nonfiction, MA to MC.

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[fridgetothefire]

[She's leaning on the railing, hair still a little damp from her recent shower, hands in her pockets. She looks - not overly happy, but mostly at ease.]

Hey you.

[myresponsibility]

[He comes over a little awkwardly, but that's sort of just par for the course with him and doesn't necessarily mean that he's trying not to stare at the bruises.

Which he is. But.]

Hey.

[fridgetothefire]

[She doesn't fuss with anything else, just moves smoothly into his space, nothing sudden, and wraps her arms around him, head on his shoulder, holding tight for a few seconds.]

[myresponsibility]

[Hugs are something Peter is slowly growing more familiar with, which is maybe because he's just in an overall better place emotionally these days, so he doesn't tense up or refuse to hug her back, or even awkwardly pat her on the shoulder instead of actually putting his arms around her and squeezing gently back. Progress!]