See? [ she implores with an attempt at gentle. her gentle is sharp and tainted, though, and comes out as condescendingly sweet. ] That's probably a little repressed.
[ not that cora's any sort of psychologist. she might have read things about it on occasion, but basic humans knew denying themselves things they wanted or needed didn't do much good. they didn't even need advanced senses or acute insight into micro tics to know something was up.
his hands are balled, knuckles tight, and she thinks he might be angry but... no, no... that's not it. upset, maybe. but that hadn't been her intention — not really, anyway — so she sighs, sets aside the orange juice jug and reaches a hand for his wrist to offer an unspoken hey, it's okay. ]
i'll keep you my dirty little secret
[ not that cora's any sort of psychologist. she might have read things about it on occasion, but basic humans knew denying themselves things they wanted or needed didn't do much good. they didn't even need advanced senses or acute insight into micro tics to know something was up.
his hands are balled, knuckles tight, and she thinks he might be angry but... no, no... that's not it. upset, maybe. but that hadn't been her intention — not really, anyway — so she sighs, sets aside the orange juice jug and reaches a hand for his wrist to offer an unspoken hey, it's okay. ]