[It moves fast, faster than he's got time to process. Butterfly wingbeats of images he's got no context for, flicking fast like the shuttering of a camera lens. A smile, a laugh, words soaked in red.
And then she's spilling towards him with her hands oozing forward in a clawing, grasping reach.]
Mm.
[A quiet hum of acknowledgment as he watches it unspool, the chill suffused into the marrow of his bones, and in the blink of an eye, he's several yards away from her, marking a hasty retreat without budging an inch. A window, a slip through space, and he eases himself through the shortcut in the form of gettin' the hell outta this.]
Nope.
[He laughs, only the vaguest indication of his unease.]
no subject
And then she's spilling towards him with her hands oozing forward in a clawing, grasping reach.]
Mm.
[A quiet hum of acknowledgment as he watches it unspool, the chill suffused into the marrow of his bones, and in the blink of an eye, he's several yards away from her, marking a hasty retreat without budging an inch. A window, a slip through space, and he eases himself through the shortcut in the form of gettin' the hell outta this.]
Nope.
[He laughs, only the vaguest indication of his unease.]
Nope.