[And so he leads, on and on, past tents, past guards, to an area close enough to not cause suspicion, far enough that most wouldn't really venture out for any reason.
The focus it takes for him to remain composed is immense. Annie's rage is bleeding into him, in a way that he feels like he's reaching out, bleeding, searching, curling into weird shapes that are so beyond foreign to him. There's an animalistic snarl, electricity crackling and jumping across fur and claws.]
(I think we're good.)
[His speech is clipped as to not snap. Still, he doesn't let go of her, until she decides to let go of him.]
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Date: 2017-09-13 01:18 am (UTC)The focus it takes for him to remain composed is immense. Annie's rage is bleeding into him, in a way that he feels like he's reaching out, bleeding, searching, curling into weird shapes that are so beyond foreign to him. There's an animalistic snarl, electricity crackling and jumping across fur and claws.]
( I think we're good. )
[His speech is clipped as to not snap. Still, he doesn't let go of her, until she decides to let go of him.]