The words made Allison's gaze snap back up suddenly. Her whole body pulling back in an instinctual response instantly.
Wariness, and a shock that might only be matched by if he'd come out actually swinging.
Hard to say that he hasn't, when everything in her sets itself into a jangle of instantaneous repugnant confusion, not expecting any of this to be anyhting that could be joked about and not even willing to mention any of this to anyone else, no less be seen. Like this. Because the very last thing Luther, or anyone anywhere, should feel about her is that. There's a wild snap to the moment where the whole of everything feels snapped, bone-clearn, out of joint, like maybe he hadn't understood what he seen or heard that day in her dream, what she did then, and what she did more recently, and why. Why this whole, why she was, why.
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Her whole body pulling back in an instinctual response instantly.
Wariness, and a shock that might only be matched by if he'd come out actually swinging.
Hard to say that he hasn't, when everything in her sets itself into a jangle of instantaneous repugnant confusion, not expecting any of this to be anyhting that could be joked about and not even willing to mention any of this to anyone else, no less be seen. Like this. Because the very last thing Luther, or anyone anywhere, should feel about her is that. There's a wild snap to the moment where the whole of everything feels snapped, bone-clearn, out of joint, like maybe he hadn't understood what he seen or heard that day in her dream, what she did then, and what she did more recently, and why. Why this whole, why she was, why.