Find Your Center

Chinese. Sound good to you?

[It isn’t that she’s frightened. Not at all, really. But she has a thing about being touched, and about guys who tower over her. (That is to say, almost everyone.) His hand pins her to the wall, and for a second, she can’t breathe. Her mind takes her back to the days with Deucalion, when she dealt with this all too much, and had to stand up for herself, lest she appeared weak. For a moment, she’s afraid. Then, she remembers that this guy — a gun holstered on his hip without any sort of subtlety; hunter? or idiot?  — is human. Regardless of what he thinks he can do, she’s not his prey. Between him and her, she will be the bigger threat every time.

AESTHETIC SERIES: THE LOFT CREW

“Are you okay?”

“You’re not actually asking me that, are you?”

“…No.”

…then again, it’s been repeatedly established tonight that we don’t know each other, so I apologize.

I don’t plan on it. I’m sorry, it’s… the comparison thing, it’s something I’ve done with Cora, to help with understanding, but that was wrong of me to do so without your permission. 

{Connor gets up quickly and moves around the other boy, blocking his path but distinctly staying out of his reach.}

It wasn’t a jab, or at least it wasn’t meant as one. I just brought it up as a not wholly dissimilar state, that is all. I’m sorry for doing so and I won’t bring it up again. I’m sorry for upsetting you. 

...then again, it’s been repeatedly established tonight that we don’t know each other, so I apologize.

I don’t plan on it. I’m sorry, it’s... the comparison thing, it’s something I’ve done with Cora, to help with understanding, but that was wrong of me to do so without your permission.