[ she doesn't mean for the light to be so bright. or to exist at all, for that matter, which might explain her own sudden rise of panic as her own hands begin emitting a thick ray of sunlight.
caroline might be used to weird, supernatural capabilities, but this goes far beyond anything she might have experienced in mystic falls. thus, her voice, cracking at the edges, even as his own calm blankets over her. (when did her hands slide under his shirt? why is he so warm? why is she not immediately weirded out by this? too many questions for later.) ]
Calm down? [ wrong answer. always the wrong answer. telling a hysterical teen girl to calm down is about as useful as telling a giraffe to be short. ] I can't — I can't calm down, look at my freaking hands!
[ and though she tries to tug them away, to display them out in the open, his own hands wrapped around her wrist keep them snugly in place. definitely not the kind of aggressive touches she thinks about in private. ]
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caroline might be used to weird, supernatural capabilities, but this goes far beyond anything she might have experienced in mystic falls. thus, her voice, cracking at the edges, even as his own calm blankets over her. (when did her hands slide under his shirt? why is he so warm? why is she not immediately weirded out by this? too many questions for later.) ]
Calm down? [ wrong answer. always the wrong answer. telling a hysterical teen girl to calm down is about as useful as telling a giraffe to be short. ] I can't — I can't calm down, look at my freaking hands!
[ and though she tries to tug them away, to display them out in the open, his own hands wrapped around her wrist keep them snugly in place. definitely not the kind of aggressive touches she thinks about in private. ]