[Some people like that she's delicate and cold, Gen.
It's almost a little insulting. Of course, he can tell the way she's feeling. That's often enough to disarm her, and it's true enough this time, too. She would rather not be called out like that, used to the relative protection of being an observer rather than a participant. However she's unraveling, it should be between her and one other alone. Her cheeks round out; she's puffed air into them.]
Order me around like a fellow dog all you'd like. [Her skin is clammy, which become obvious the closer they are. However briefly, there's a light that sparks in her dull golden eyes. Offense, but a paradoxically pleased one, as if how dare you? could be felt with excitement. It's a bone for him to chew on, at least, while she stumbles to the ground beside him.]
You may be a mutt baying at the moon... but I will keep you company nonetheless, so you know you aren't experiencing this alone. [The collar of her dress might as well be choking her. Now that Caren is still on the ground, it's easier to see the erratic was she pulses for air, the way she fidgets with her restrictive clothing. It really does feel like she's being squeezed by something that wants to break and recreate her bones as branches. Her mind, however, is the opposite of thus restrained. The foyer of her communion is always like the empty pews of a disarmingly empty, echoic church, but this one might as well have been torn up by the roots that ripped up the floorboards.]
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It's almost a little insulting. Of course, he can tell the way she's feeling. That's often enough to disarm her, and it's true enough this time, too. She would rather not be called out like that, used to the relative protection of being an observer rather than a participant. However she's unraveling, it should be between her and one other alone. Her cheeks round out; she's puffed air into them.]
Order me around like a fellow dog all you'd like. [Her skin is clammy, which become obvious the closer they are. However briefly, there's a light that sparks in her dull golden eyes. Offense, but a paradoxically pleased one, as if how dare you? could be felt with excitement. It's a bone for him to chew on, at least, while she stumbles to the ground beside him.]
You may be a mutt baying at the moon... but I will keep you company nonetheless, so you know you aren't experiencing this alone. [The collar of her dress might as well be choking her. Now that Caren is still on the ground, it's easier to see the erratic was she pulses for air, the way she fidgets with her restrictive clothing. It really does feel like she's being squeezed by something that wants to break and recreate her bones as branches. Her mind, however, is the opposite of thus restrained. The foyer of her communion is always like the empty pews of a disarmingly empty, echoic church, but this one might as well have been torn up by the roots that ripped up the floorboards.]