[ They don't unravel, like Owen expects and hopes for.
They snap. In the blink of an eye, they're on him, grasping the front of his shirt. If Owen wanted them to let go, he's gotten his wish. Beneath the grey of their eyes, there's that gold again, making their eyes brighter. Unnatural--that's what it is. Their face might be the same, but there's a distinct lack of emotion.
Mira's always had some fraction of warmth to them, but now? Cold, biting, inhuman. They say nothing as they toss Owen to the ground, almost like a ragdoll. Again, with that abnormal speed, they straddle him and pin his wrists to the ground.
It could easily be mistaken for something more intimate. They both know that is not what this is, especially as their hands glow softly. Now, there's no heat, but... ]
Are you sure you want to keep pushing? [ they ask flatly, staring unblinkingly down at him. ]
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[ They don't unravel, like Owen expects and hopes for.
They snap. In the blink of an eye, they're on him, grasping the front of his shirt. If Owen wanted them to let go, he's gotten his wish. Beneath the grey of their eyes, there's that gold again, making their eyes brighter. Unnatural--that's what it is. Their face might be the same, but there's a distinct lack of emotion.
Mira's always had some fraction of warmth to them, but now? Cold, biting, inhuman. They say nothing as they toss Owen to the ground, almost like a ragdoll. Again, with that abnormal speed, they straddle him and pin his wrists to the ground.
It could easily be mistaken for something more intimate. They both know that is not what this is, especially as their hands glow softly. Now, there's no heat, but... ]
Are you sure you want to keep pushing? [ they ask flatly, staring unblinkingly down at him. ]