[she can feel the weight of his hand — each finger curling around the shaft and strips of leather wrapped under the point as if he were touching her wrist or her arm instead. the only thing is she can't feel-feel it. worse than that, she can feel his stare up until he looks away. it's a look morga has seen before, in the rare occasion that they'd reminisce about the bleaker parts of the past. sometimes it was a look she'd wear too, but she'd never address it herself.]
No.
[as faint as it is, it's in her voice. she's uncertain. in all her years, never has she been involved in something like this. the monsters she knew were hulking, slavering brutes concerned with eating, fighting, and breeding. living. this? oh, this was the complete opposite. for as much as he claims to be a monster, he sure doesn't look like one in her eyes.
her grip relaxes. tightens. readjusts to a different stance, one where her weight isn't behind the sharp edge of the tip. all teeth and no bite.]
I spent three days hunting a supposed beast, and I come to find out he speaks with a voice I haven't heard in months and eyes I haven't seen in just as long. I'm not leaving without answers.
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No.
[as faint as it is, it's in her voice. she's uncertain. in all her years, never has she been involved in something like this. the monsters she knew were hulking, slavering brutes concerned with eating, fighting, and breeding. living. this? oh, this was the complete opposite. for as much as he claims to be a monster, he sure doesn't look like one in her eyes.
her grip relaxes. tightens. readjusts to a different stance, one where her weight isn't behind the sharp edge of the tip. all teeth and no bite.]
I spent three days hunting a supposed beast, and I come to find out he speaks with a voice I haven't heard in months and eyes I haven't seen in just as long. I'm not leaving without answers.