[ And down, down, down she tumbles - straight into him. A hinge point that hooks and turns her back, landing flat into his lap, pulling back immediately. Not away, just straight up to look at him - that quick hot burst of temper that ever needs an outlet. ]
Why?
[ The insult plain to her. Against him. Against her, too, for that matter. Deserves anything that comes to him for that. Her fingers setting into his shoulders and curling up sharply in the material of Byerly's coat.
Barely registers that at long last, he used her name. ]
no subject
Why?
[ The insult plain to her. Against him. Against her, too, for that matter. Deserves anything that comes to him for that. Her fingers setting into his shoulders and curling up sharply in the material of Byerly's coat.
Barely registers that at long last, he used her name. ]