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[take_yourbreath]

Rogue is happy, absolutely, entirely happy. It shows on her face and in the way she hums as she walks along the sidewalk. She's got a bag of homemade cookies in one hand and a bag with movies, soda and red licorice whips in the other hand. She swings them beside her as she walks, taking the stairs up to the apartment. She's wearing a tank top with

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[taciturnbeast]

Normally a visit from Rogue is a welcome thing. He's always overjoyed to see her, well -- as overjoyed as he gets. Overjoyed on the inside even. But this time he's having a rough night. He's sitting in his meditation corner on a large pillow. Candles are lit around the apartment and two sticks of a magical incense scented with lavender and sage.

He doesn't look up at Rogue just yet, but his shoulders rise and fall indicative of his laborious breathing in his attempts to remain calm and in control. "Rogue..."

[take_yourbreath]

The incense and candles aren't unusual. It's one of the things she likes about him. It's romantic, especially since he's a guy. "I brought over cookies..." she says as she steps towards the meditation corner. She stops in her tracks when she sees the way he's breathing. It gives weight to the way he said her name, like a warning. "What's wrong?"

The concern in her voice is apparent.

[taciturnbeast]

Oz takes a few more deep breaths, the silence as the time it takes to do so turns the moment almost uncomfortable. The only movement is the way his hands which are normally light and relaxed on his knees in this position fist and unfist over and over again, a visible sign that he's trying so hard to calm down each time his fingers uncurl from those fists.

That uncomfortable moment reaches it's pinnacle as he turns his head sharply to face her. His eyes are a coal black and his teeth have started to elongate into fangs. "Run... you have to run."

[take_yourbreath]

She twists her hands, shifting from one foot to another as the silence sits. She starts to break it a dozen times and then stops. He turns his head toward her and a scream gets trapped in her throat, her hands come up to cover her mouth. She can't breath. This is Oz and he's going to hurt her. She knows that.

Instinct kids in but her instinct is never to run, not since she figured out what she could do. She moves to him, one hand going to his cheek, the other resting over his hand. His skin is warm against hers. She can feel the stubble on his cheek and her eyes fill with tears. She was never supposed to have to hurt him.