Rover shoves him back.
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t look back.
But his hands are still shaking.
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t look back.
But his hands are still shaking.
May 2, 2025 at 11:32 AM
Rover shoves him back.
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t look back.
But his hands are still shaking.
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t look back.
But his hands are still shaking.
“You won’t,” Scar says, voice velvet. “Because then you’d have to stop feeling.”
For one breathless second, his hatred curls around something else—too heavy to name. The line between violence and want blurs. Again.
Scar leans in.
“Tell me,” he whispers, “what part of you misses me the most?”
For one breathless second, his hatred curls around something else—too heavy to name. The line between violence and want blurs. Again.
Scar leans in.
“Tell me,” he whispers, “what part of you misses me the most?”
May 2, 2025 at 11:31 AM
“You won’t,” Scar says, voice velvet. “Because then you’d have to stop feeling.”
For one breathless second, his hatred curls around something else—too heavy to name. The line between violence and want blurs. Again.
Scar leans in.
“Tell me,” he whispers, “what part of you misses me the most?”
For one breathless second, his hatred curls around something else—too heavy to name. The line between violence and want blurs. Again.
Scar leans in.
“Tell me,” he whispers, “what part of you misses me the most?”
Scar doesn’t resist. Doesn’t flinch. His eyes light up.
“There you are,” he whispers. “That fire. That’s the real you. You think I made you feel that? You already had it. I just brought it out.”
Their faces are inches apart.
“I should kill you,” Rover breathes. “Right now.”
“There you are,” he whispers. “That fire. That’s the real you. You think I made you feel that? You already had it. I just brought it out.”
Their faces are inches apart.
“I should kill you,” Rover breathes. “Right now.”
May 2, 2025 at 11:29 AM
Scar doesn’t resist. Doesn’t flinch. His eyes light up.
“There you are,” he whispers. “That fire. That’s the real you. You think I made you feel that? You already had it. I just brought it out.”
Their faces are inches apart.
“I should kill you,” Rover breathes. “Right now.”
“There you are,” he whispers. “That fire. That’s the real you. You think I made you feel that? You already had it. I just brought it out.”
Their faces are inches apart.
“I should kill you,” Rover breathes. “Right now.”
Scar’s smile fades—not into sadness, but something dangerous. Something intimate. His voice drops:
“It showed you that part of you that wanted to be ruined.”
Rover launches forward, grabbing him by the collar, slamming him into the wall. “Shut your mouth.”
“It showed you that part of you that wanted to be ruined.”
Rover launches forward, grabbing him by the collar, slamming him into the wall. “Shut your mouth.”
May 2, 2025 at 11:28 AM
Scar’s smile fades—not into sadness, but something dangerous. Something intimate. His voice drops:
“It showed you that part of you that wanted to be ruined.”
Rover launches forward, grabbing him by the collar, slamming him into the wall. “Shut your mouth.”
“It showed you that part of you that wanted to be ruined.”
Rover launches forward, grabbing him by the collar, slamming him into the wall. “Shut your mouth.”
“You think this is funny?” he snarl. “You think breaking me down and poking around in my head is just—”
“I didn’t do it,” Scar says, still too calm. “The ruins did. I just watched.”
He leans forward. Eyes sharp now. “But it showed you something, didn’t it?”
Rover says nothing.
“I didn’t do it,” Scar says, still too calm. “The ruins did. I just watched.”
He leans forward. Eyes sharp now. “But it showed you something, didn’t it?”
Rover says nothing.
May 2, 2025 at 11:25 AM
“You think this is funny?” he snarl. “You think breaking me down and poking around in my head is just—”
“I didn’t do it,” Scar says, still too calm. “The ruins did. I just watched.”
He leans forward. Eyes sharp now. “But it showed you something, didn’t it?”
Rover says nothing.
“I didn’t do it,” Scar says, still too calm. “The ruins did. I just watched.”
He leans forward. Eyes sharp now. “But it showed you something, didn’t it?”
Rover says nothing.
Scar tilts his head.
“Was it good for you?”
“Shut up.”
“Feisty,” tone soft and amused. “That’s how I know it worked.”
Rover tries to stand. His legs barely hold. Every breath is acid. Every nerve still sings with that phantom kiss, the weight of Scar’s hand on his chest, the heat of shame.
“Was it good for you?”
“Shut up.”
“Feisty,” tone soft and amused. “That’s how I know it worked.”
Rover tries to stand. His legs barely hold. Every breath is acid. Every nerve still sings with that phantom kiss, the weight of Scar’s hand on his chest, the heat of shame.
May 2, 2025 at 11:23 AM
Scar tilts his head.
“Was it good for you?”
“Shut up.”
“Feisty,” tone soft and amused. “That’s how I know it worked.”
Rover tries to stand. His legs barely hold. Every breath is acid. Every nerve still sings with that phantom kiss, the weight of Scar’s hand on his chest, the heat of shame.
“Was it good for you?”
“Shut up.”
“Feisty,” tone soft and amused. “That’s how I know it worked.”
Rover tries to stand. His legs barely hold. Every breath is acid. Every nerve still sings with that phantom kiss, the weight of Scar’s hand on his chest, the heat of shame.
Scar sits against the wall across from him, arms loose over his knees, blood drying on his collar from a fight earlier—one that might’ve been real. Or not. His expression is unreadable. Too calm.
“Welcome back,” he murmurs.
Rover stares. His chest heaves. His lips part—but no words come.
“Welcome back,” he murmurs.
Rover stares. His chest heaves. His lips part—but no words come.
May 2, 2025 at 11:20 AM
Scar sits against the wall across from him, arms loose over his knees, blood drying on his collar from a fight earlier—one that might’ve been real. Or not. His expression is unreadable. Too calm.
“Welcome back,” he murmurs.
Rover stares. His chest heaves. His lips part—but no words come.
“Welcome back,” he murmurs.
Rover stares. His chest heaves. His lips part—but no words come.
His hands tremble. The echo of that crown, of Scar’s voice, still rings in his bones.
"You were mine before you ever hated me."
Rover flinch.
He’s already there.
"You were mine before you ever hated me."
Rover flinch.
He’s already there.
May 2, 2025 at 11:19 AM
His hands tremble. The echo of that crown, of Scar’s voice, still rings in his bones.
"You were mine before you ever hated me."
Rover flinch.
He’s already there.
"You were mine before you ever hated me."
Rover flinch.
He’s already there.
her world is like the gears of a clock, where the rover is the key that starts this insane pace of time. (2/2)
#wutheringwaves #camellia
#wutheringwaves #camellia
April 21, 2025 at 9:05 PM
her world is like the gears of a clock, where the rover is the key that starts this insane pace of time. (2/2)
#wutheringwaves #camellia
#wutheringwaves #camellia
I really like the interaction between Abby and rover and his friends. and he (?) is charmingly self-confident and brave when he says he will protect rover. I'm just getting to know this character, but I'm absolutely thrilled and in love—
April 7, 2025 at 8:01 AM
I really like the interaction between Abby and rover and his friends. and he (?) is charmingly self-confident and brave when he says he will protect rover. I'm just getting to know this character, but I'm absolutely thrilled and in love—