( of course, she had been tense, so it's an easy matter to spring up to her feet, hand reached out to him with a look of helpless surprise as she's a second too late. quickly this expression turns into an indignant scowl, and then a small breathless gasp of surprise. her brow becomes heavy, her eyes narrow, and she stares at the darkness seeping out of his self-inflicted wound.
that is indeed not natural.
and yet, it's not something she hasn't seen before. or at least, think she's seen. he might even see the flare of tentative recognition in her eyes. carefully, she steps forward and waves her hand through the apparent gas he's bleeding. after that, she reaches for his hand, if he'll let her. )
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that is indeed not natural.
and yet, it's not something she hasn't seen before. or at least, think she's seen. he might even see the flare of tentative recognition in her eyes. carefully, she steps forward and waves her hand through the apparent gas he's bleeding. after that, she reaches for his hand, if he'll let her. )
Can you control this in any way?