I'm okay.. [ If he did reach out, Lottie would promptly try and tug him away. And if he insisted on it anyway, well, then she'd let him. But he doesn't do much of anything, and that lack of movement leaves her plenty of time to hyper focus on herself. On the odd thrum the barrier caused her, which is still making her shard feel weird, settle oddly into her skin, and she is so painfully oversensitive to everything that she tries her best to stay very still. To stay very calm. It's not like she has a reputation of being a badass or anything, but she doesn't want to show Marc more than he's already seen. After all, she's the one with more experience in situations like this, right? Just another day!
But when she looks up at the person she had bumped into, frozen in time and practically stuck to the ground, her latte seeping into their shirt with no movement on their face, she feels that incessant need to be dependable and cool die down. She is freaked out, and she is feeling strange β courtesy of magic she has no control over, courtesy of the fucking drink she spilled. ]
I don't think it's a person.. [ She offers eventually, wiping her hands on her thighs and easing up and walking around the poor coffee soaked bastard. ] Stuff like this just happens.
[ Does that mean she knows why? Absolutely not!! She walks at a slow pace so Marc can stay beside her, or in front of her, even behind her, if he wants. Lottie doesn't care, is too busy memorizing the bare and stiff faces of people they cross down the street. Of regular citizens in the middle of their own daily routines, in their own complicated lives. The sound of their footsteps is agonizingly loud with nothing else to drown it out, and she scratches at her scalp in budding panic. ]
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But when she looks up at the person she had bumped into, frozen in time and practically stuck to the ground, her latte seeping into their shirt with no movement on their face, she feels that incessant need to be dependable and cool die down. She is freaked out, and she is feeling strange β courtesy of magic she has no control over, courtesy of the fucking drink she spilled. ]
I don't think it's a person.. [ She offers eventually, wiping her hands on her thighs and easing up and walking around the poor coffee soaked bastard. ] Stuff like this just happens.
[ Does that mean she knows why? Absolutely not!! She walks at a slow pace so Marc can stay beside her, or in front of her, even behind her, if he wants. Lottie doesn't care, is too busy memorizing the bare and stiff faces of people they cross down the street. Of regular citizens in the middle of their own daily routines, in their own complicated lives. The sound of their footsteps is agonizingly loud with nothing else to drown it out, and she scratches at her scalp in budding panic. ]
God, justβ how did we not see this?