( she's always prided herself on being quick with the upkeep, on being able to adapt to new situations and keep on trucking even when things get weird. she's managed to survive through dozens of foster homes, through the strange black hole that had been her first few years on the streets, even through the bizarre reality of shield purgatory — but finding herself blinking in a new forest, cradled by someone else's arms holding her upright, when she didn't have so much as a memory of stepping through a door... well, it's a lot.
is she okay? skye swallows hard, rumbling echoing in her ears, and shakes her head. ) No. ( not that she needs to say it. even before the syllable drops from her lips, the ground that should be beneath her feet begins to shake, leaves falling from the tree branches around them without even a hint of a breeze to move them. )
I'm not — you should —
( you should go. before he gets hurt. before she winds up hurting someone else, someone who's only been nice and polite to her, who doesn't deserve the damage that seems to come in her wake. )
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is she okay? skye swallows hard, rumbling echoing in her ears, and shakes her head. ) No. ( not that she needs to say it. even before the syllable drops from her lips, the ground that should be beneath her feet begins to shake, leaves falling from the tree branches around them without even a hint of a breeze to move them. )
I'm not — you should —
( you should go. before he gets hurt. before she winds up hurting someone else, someone who's only been nice and polite to her, who doesn't deserve the damage that seems to come in her wake. )
I can't control it.