Jul 27, 2017
@wemketherules || cont.
⊰⊰۞⊱⊱ Again with this? This habit such Humes had of holding her in a false light? She did the only thing she knew in that moment and grabbed the man’s wrist (only in a brief second of hindsight she could only hope she didn’t bruise him) and pressed his hand to the top of her head, nearly on top of the base of one of her ears. She even let it pivot so that he could feel the muscle moving beneath her hair and skin.
She let go of him then, knowing he had felt what she had needed him to in order for her point to be proven.
