Ah'll stand corrected, then. [She teases back, not about to give him preemptive credit for the adventure.
Literally hers. No take backs, unless it's stinky and dirty, then he can most definitely have that back, please and thank you.]
Could you now? [There's a double meaning in the tone of her voice, eyebrow lifting and lip curling into a more devious smirk.
That all changes when he touches her wrist. Her immediate reaction is to brace herself for the flood of memories and emotions while also jerking he hand back, and it probably looks more as though she's horrified than anything. A gasp leaves her lips and her expression shifts to confusion as she stares down at her wrist, dumbfounded for a moment before panic swells into her chest.
Her touch. Her powers. A million thoughts slam into her and her previously confident and calm demeanor vanishes in favor of someone clearly on the brink of a panic attack. Her shirt's still clutched in the hand against his chest as she tries to manage her breathing, tries to get back to a coherent state of mind.]
Nothin' happened? [She stares down at her wrist where she can still feel the heat of his touch, brow furrowing in disbelief.]
no subject
Literally hers. No take backs, unless it's stinky and dirty, then he can most definitely have that back, please and thank you.]
Could you now? [There's a double meaning in the tone of her voice, eyebrow lifting and lip curling into a more devious smirk.
That all changes when he touches her wrist. Her immediate reaction is to brace herself for the flood of memories and emotions while also jerking he hand back, and it probably looks more as though she's horrified than anything. A gasp leaves her lips and her expression shifts to confusion as she stares down at her wrist, dumbfounded for a moment before panic swells into her chest.
Her touch. Her powers. A million thoughts slam into her and her previously confident and calm demeanor vanishes in favor of someone clearly on the brink of a panic attack. Her shirt's still clutched in the hand against his chest as she tries to manage her breathing, tries to get back to a coherent state of mind.]
Nothin' happened? [She stares down at her wrist where she can still feel the heat of his touch, brow furrowing in disbelief.]