[If she had been trying to distract him, she does a good job with it. He stiffens under her touch -- though it is not a result of displeasure, only surprise and a clear uncertainty of how to take the gesture. He cannot help but feel like she is looking at him like a prized animal, though perhaps that isn't fair of him to--
Resist me she says. And he gives a short laugh, on the edge of protest with some quippy reply before he feels that spike dig into his head.
She catches him off-guard easy with that, and she's able to grab hold of his equal interest in her without too much trouble. But almost instantly, she is met with fear, with that snarling righteous anger that seeks to shove her directly out of his mind. His heart seizes and he reaches up to try and pry her hands off of his face.
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Resist me she says. And he gives a short laugh, on the edge of protest with some quippy reply before he feels that spike dig into his head.
She catches him off-guard easy with that, and she's able to grab hold of his equal interest in her without too much trouble. But almost instantly, she is met with fear, with that snarling righteous anger that seeks to shove her directly out of his mind. His heart seizes and he reaches up to try and pry her hands off of his face.
Regret. Regret. Regret.]