( no threats, but the fear takes root just the same. she hates feeling backed into a corner. hates it. the terror always lives in her. some days it's louder than others, sometimes the barest sussuration, sometimes a scream.
but she has the fact that he thinks her dangerous on her side, and so she flexes her fingers on his shoulder before she pulls back. no need to specify a threat, hm? )
Don't do that again.
( a nod to the glass, imprinted as it is now with his mark. but she eases back out of his space. steady hands. if you can't hide your fear, you get eaten alive. no helping the caged-bird flutter of her heart, though. )
You're lucky that I'm the sort that doesn't mind being threatened when I'm only trying to help you. ( matter-of-fact. ) But you're due a mark-up for your boorish paranoia. If you can stomach that, maybe we'll see what Vandii can do for you, hmm?
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but she has the fact that he thinks her dangerous on her side, and so she flexes her fingers on his shoulder before she pulls back. no need to specify a threat, hm? )
Don't do that again.
( a nod to the glass, imprinted as it is now with his mark. but she eases back out of his space. steady hands. if you can't hide your fear, you get eaten alive. no helping the caged-bird flutter of her heart, though. )
You're lucky that I'm the sort that doesn't mind being threatened when I'm only trying to help you. ( matter-of-fact. ) But you're due a mark-up for your boorish paranoia. If you can stomach that, maybe we'll see what Vandii can do for you, hmm?