( knowing what's coming doesn't make it any easier to hear. the words still cut into her like a knife, sinking in a little deeper with every word that hunter utters. she wants to scream, wants to climb the walls, and throw the furniture around. the idea that the collector has king invokes nothing short of rage within her.
and it shows.
there's a moment where darkness flashes over her eyes, overtaking them. she blinks and then it's gone, just as quickly as it had appeared. it's followed by a sharp inhale and a row of feathers sprouting from a line along her neck, the inevitable reaction whenever she starts to get stressed out. so then she stands up, abruptly taking herself out of her chair, and heads towards the kitchen. )
I need a second.
( to breathe. but also to see what's available in these cabinets for pilfering.
after a moment and the retrieval of a box of fruit loops, eda puts out the question that has been eating away at her the most. )
. . . Was I there? Did I make it? Did you see me?
( or did her arrival here cause everything. . .? )
no subject
and it shows.
there's a moment where darkness flashes over her eyes, overtaking them. she blinks and then it's gone, just as quickly as it had appeared. it's followed by a sharp inhale and a row of feathers sprouting from a line along her neck, the inevitable reaction whenever she starts to get stressed out. so then she stands up, abruptly taking herself out of her chair, and heads towards the kitchen. )
I need a second.
( to breathe. but also to see what's available in these cabinets for pilfering.
after a moment and the retrieval of a box of fruit loops, eda puts out the question that has been eating away at her the most. )
. . . Was I there? Did I make it? Did you see me?
( or did her arrival here cause everything. . .? )