[ he's close now. the scent of him floods through her, only strengthened by the scrapes and bruises in various states of healing littered across his skin, and caroline nearly loses it right there.
when she speaks, her voice is tight, only barely controlled; though she looks at him, the gaze only lasts a moment before her lids squeeze shut, hoping to avoid anyone noticing the way her eyes darken. ]
Allergies. [ it's the least convincing phrase ever uttered, if she's honest, but it's all she's got. ] I have — I can't go in the sun.
[ which is true, technically speaking, if not. totally accurate. ]
Can you, um. [ slipping slipping slipping. so close. she could just — he's right there, it'd be so fast, nobody could stop her. ] Can you show me? Where the supplies are.
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when she speaks, her voice is tight, only barely controlled; though she looks at him, the gaze only lasts a moment before her lids squeeze shut, hoping to avoid anyone noticing the way her eyes darken. ]
Allergies. [ it's the least convincing phrase ever uttered, if she's honest, but it's all she's got. ] I have — I can't go in the sun.
[ which is true, technically speaking, if not. totally accurate. ]
Can you, um. [ slipping slipping slipping. so close. she could just — he's right there, it'd be so fast, nobody could stop her. ] Can you show me? Where the supplies are.
[ a beat, pained. ]
Please?