The apple in her hands is forgotten, held so tightly her nails dig into it as she listens - as she feels his answer, like the pounding of rain on her skin. There’s a brief catch to her breath when he looks at her with more than eyes, the hairs on her arms lifting with goosebumps.
The urge to know. The voracious, ever-hungry beast…
Oh, she feels that part deeper than her ribs. Deeper than danger can reach.
When the pressure blinks away, it leaves a little sting behind. Disappointment. Or yearning.
She makes herself take a second to answer, holding back her first instinct this time, and taking a bite of her apple.
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Date: 2023-07-12 11:22 pm (UTC)The urge to know. The voracious, ever-hungry beast…
Oh, she feels that part deeper than her ribs. Deeper than danger can reach.
When the pressure blinks away, it leaves a little sting behind. Disappointment. Or yearning.
She makes herself take a second to answer, holding back her first instinct this time, and taking a bite of her apple.
“Do you know about Speakers, Mister Sims?”