[ caroline's brow lifts a bit. hadn't they already proven that? the glow was how caroline had even realized that this girl — silena, her brain corrects, though the last name only makes her think of a girl in a violet coat in charlie and the chocolate factory — was one of them.
but maybe silena hadn't seen the glow. she doesn't really understand where this demand is coming from, but it's something she can do. a hand reaches out to her side, towards where marcos' sits atop the table; it only takes a brief moment of her fingers curling around his own before that familiar blue begins to shine under their shirts.
once she's certain silena's seen it, caroline pulls her hand back. there's a hint of disappointment in the retraction. (she'd like to keep holding his hand, but it's too risky out in public. they don't need any more trouble.) ]
What do you mean, you're supposed to ask us? Did somebody tell you that?
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but maybe silena hadn't seen the glow. she doesn't really understand where this demand is coming from, but it's something she can do. a hand reaches out to her side, towards where marcos' sits atop the table; it only takes a brief moment of her fingers curling around his own before that familiar blue begins to shine under their shirts.
once she's certain silena's seen it, caroline pulls her hand back. there's a hint of disappointment in the retraction. (she'd like to keep holding his hand, but it's too risky out in public. they don't need any more trouble.) ]
What do you mean, you're supposed to ask us? Did somebody tell you that?