Vala fell heavily to the ground and Sobek followed her there, crouching easily on the balls of his feet whereas she'd fallen unceremoniously, the long, half shendyt fanned around behind him like a magnificent peacock's tail.
His vessel could only watch, stunned. Stop, Daniel's mind whispered. Stop. Vala was strong, took a bar fight without even batting an eye; physical injury was something she could deal with, joked about even, but going after her in psychological warfare like this, he was ripping off limbs and letting her bleed out slowly. He'd figured there was something past the confidence and pain in the ass, hard not to especially after her drunken confession, but to have that night used against her without a second thought was horrific.
The hand with the ribbon device resting on his thighs, Sobek toyed with her hair, metal talons tangled in the black mass. The touch was gentle. Barely there for now. The threat remained: he could easily grab and jerk her head back, maybe past the spine's breaking point if he so chose. A thread of power sang through Daniel and Sobek's mind. Not quite touching her but breaching her personal space finally, despite the earlier abandonment. So like Sha're's hair when left unbrushed. Vala's face was different, more angled and hawk-like, fine bones and eyes that once matched Sobek's.
"Honestly though... I'm relieved I'm done," 'Daniel' confessed. Done having to go through the Stargate, done having to hope Sha're was on the other side and at the same time, hoping she wouldn't be. Done laying awake at night running through ever scenario he could think of.
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His vessel could only watch, stunned. Stop, Daniel's mind whispered. Stop. Vala was strong, took a bar fight without even batting an eye; physical injury was something she could deal with, joked about even, but going after her in psychological warfare like this, he was ripping off limbs and letting her bleed out slowly. He'd figured there was something past the confidence and pain in the ass, hard not to especially after her drunken confession, but to have that night used against her without a second thought was horrific.
The hand with the ribbon device resting on his thighs, Sobek toyed with her hair, metal talons tangled in the black mass. The touch was gentle. Barely there for now. The threat remained: he could easily grab and jerk her head back, maybe past the spine's breaking point if he so chose. A thread of power sang through Daniel and Sobek's mind. Not quite touching her but breaching her personal space finally, despite the earlier abandonment. So like Sha're's hair when left unbrushed. Vala's face was different, more angled and hawk-like, fine bones and eyes that once matched Sobek's.
"Honestly though... I'm relieved I'm done," 'Daniel' confessed. Done having to go through the Stargate, done having to hope Sha're was on the other side and at the same time, hoping she wouldn't be. Done laying awake at night running through ever scenario he could think of.