( oh jesus christ, what did her mother do. (more than she realizes, even with this display.) jinx lets him hold her hand for what feels like hours, but... thankfully isn't, or they'd both be caught. the way he seems to slowly light up at the touch, though- her heart's gonna wind up hurting a lot in this rescue, isn't it? she always was more compassionate than she wanted to let herself be.
it was easier, doing what needed to be done, when it didn't hurt. but then, if she didn't, would she still have that same drive?
after a moment of taking in the sensation and letting him do the same, she tries again. )
Come with me. Please?
( it's an earnest plea, because she truly can't force him to come with. ... well. she could, but it wouldn't be pleasant for anyone. instead, she just curls her fingers around his, disregarding the claws and accepting the tacky, soft feeling. )
No more tests, or experiments- you just get to be you. Do what makes you happy. Learn what makes you happy, if it's come to it. So, come with me.
OH NO...... (also sorry i was dying all week)
it was easier, doing what needed to be done, when it didn't hurt. but then, if she didn't, would she still have that same drive?
after a moment of taking in the sensation and letting him do the same, she tries again. )
Come with me. Please?
( it's an earnest plea, because she truly can't force him to come with. ... well. she could, but it wouldn't be pleasant for anyone. instead, she just curls her fingers around his, disregarding the claws and accepting the tacky, soft feeling. )
No more tests, or experiments- you just get to be you. Do what makes you happy. Learn what makes you happy, if it's come to it. So, come with me.