[ goddammit with the commands again. he glares at her but, yes, doesn't move because he can't. fucking hell. when she reaches out to grab him, he has a sharp barb on his tongue ready to go but it immediately fades away when blue light bounces off the surrounding walls and he gets a flood of emotions that are not his. ]
The fuck did you do?
[ and if he's getting emotions that he knows he's not feeling, he assumes they're hers (irritation? he can do better than that) which means she's probably picking up on his feelings. a mish mash of anger, frustration, and, somewhere deep down, crushing loss that he's not dealing with. not yet. maybe not ever. ]
Let go of me. Let go. [ stop peeping his horrible emotions, days. ] Who the hell thought that was a good idea?
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The fuck did you do?
[ and if he's getting emotions that he knows he's not feeling, he assumes they're hers (irritation? he can do better than that) which means she's probably picking up on his feelings. a mish mash of anger, frustration, and, somewhere deep down, crushing loss that he's not dealing with. not yet. maybe not ever. ]
Let go of me. Let go. [ stop peeping his horrible emotions, days. ] Who the hell thought that was a good idea?