[ Her pulse quickens, an unfamiliar burn of heat across her collarbones. She does not understand this vulnerability, this tenderness. The only experience she has of such things is her Godking, and even at his most tender he scorched everyone around him, she has little burn marks on her skin from where he had been gentle.
The sensation, skin prickling, is almost like fear. Almost like that fevered sickness when her symbiote ability activates itself... but ever so subtly different. Giddy, half-hysterical. It makes her a little dizzy, uncertain whether to pull her hand away or to leave it in place where at least the physical contact was grounding in the swirl of terror and delight.
She blinks, forcing herself to shake it off enough to think although the prickling under her ribs remains. ]
Try to rest. I will be here when you wake up.
[ She manages to speak it, despite the subtle breathlessness. ]
looking into your eyes so deeply
The sensation, skin prickling, is almost like fear. Almost like that fevered sickness when her symbiote ability activates itself... but ever so subtly different. Giddy, half-hysterical. It makes her a little dizzy, uncertain whether to pull her hand away or to leave it in place where at least the physical contact was grounding in the swirl of terror and delight.
She blinks, forcing herself to shake it off enough to think although the prickling under her ribs remains. ]
Try to rest. I will be here when you wake up.
[ She manages to speak it, despite the subtle breathlessness. ]