{it's an instinctive response to the situation, the confused reaction to suddenly being lost and - held. She isn't used to being held - she's the one that does the holding - and her hands come up in instinctive warding against it stranger, touching, stronger, danger before her mind even kicks in, head coming up, eyes wide and panicked. The voice is vaguely familiar though, a tickling memory of a guarding presence, and it's the only thing that keeps her from attempting, as quickly and forcefully as necessary, to break out of the hold. She sees the face in front of her but, again, it's only a shadow and a shadow of a memory, unfamiliar in its familiarity and her head turns, trying to see enough to let things make sense.
The sight of too familiar eerie green sends the sick chill down into her stomach and, despite everything, there's a second where it's strong enough to make her huddle into the shadow circle of those arms, striped down to a child's instinctive need for a protector.
That green tried to pick her mind apart, snatching at loose thoughts like unraveling yarn, invading through those lost gaps with whispers that weren't hers and an emptiness that was terrifying.
It's still terrifying and it stalls out any thoughts of fighting her way free of what suddenly seems more safety than threat.}
aw, and Zack's already a heartbreaker
{it's an instinctive response to the situation, the confused reaction to suddenly being lost and - held. She isn't used to being held - she's the one that does the holding - and her hands come up in instinctive warding against it stranger, touching, stronger, danger before her mind even kicks in, head coming up, eyes wide and panicked. The voice is vaguely familiar though, a tickling memory of a guarding presence, and it's the only thing that keeps her from attempting, as quickly and forcefully as necessary, to break out of the hold. She sees the face in front of her but, again, it's only a shadow and a shadow of a memory, unfamiliar in its familiarity and her head turns, trying to see enough to let things make sense.
The sight of too familiar eerie green sends the sick chill down into her stomach and, despite everything, there's a second where it's strong enough to make her huddle into the shadow circle of those arms, striped down to a child's instinctive need for a protector.
That green tried to pick her mind apart, snatching at loose thoughts like unraveling yarn, invading through those lost gaps with whispers that weren't hers and an emptiness that was terrifying.
It's still terrifying and it stalls out any thoughts of fighting her way free of what suddenly seems more safety than threat.}
What's - what's going on?