It was a risk she had to take, and with her thumb free, ... with her thumb free - what...? The sight of the blood on her thumb, running down her hand, even on his own face - it was unnerving. Even that effort seemed to wear her out, and her legs didn't want to move - but her blood ran cold at his words.
"You can't... do this -!" Well he can and IS, so she's wrong on both counts there and EXCUSE ME Personal Space please. Lestat didn't seem to want to give her any, "I ....won't... let you-" But the words were hard to form, her body warring with the urge to just - rest. To stop fighting. Even after that effort to yank her hand away seemed to tire her out, but she clenched her fist in an attempt to focus. "Stay away from me -" How could he talk to her that way - as if he was doing her a favor?
No, her nature demanded that she fight to the bitter end - she willed herself to move. To move - come on MOVE. And when she finally forced her leg to move, it bumped into the wall of the alley. Somehow she'd managed to get maneuvered so her back was to the wall. Shit. Not good.
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"You can't... do this -!" Well he can and IS, so she's wrong on both counts there and EXCUSE ME Personal Space please. Lestat didn't seem to want to give her any, "I ....won't... let you-" But the words were hard to form, her body warring with the urge to just - rest. To stop fighting. Even after that effort to yank her hand away seemed to tire her out, but she clenched her fist in an attempt to focus. "Stay away from me -" How could he talk to her that way - as if he was doing her a favor?
No, her nature demanded that she fight to the bitter end - she willed herself to move. To move - come on MOVE. And when she finally forced her leg to move, it bumped into the wall of the alley. Somehow she'd managed to get maneuvered so her back was to the wall. Shit. Not good.