She could get used to a place like this. Drinks, music, an acquaintance on the odd weekend. The ecosystem they've walked into feels self-contained. Bawling enough to stave in her loudest thoughts and dark enough not to worry about being seen. An awful thing, then, that Gerry's so damn good at it.
She spots him in the blurred foreground of her vision staring fixedly ahead at her. A perfectly normal thing to do in conversation, however the trapped and slighted animal part of Carolina wants to turn away. Completely unseen.
The killer soldier in her traps this animal under its boot, then pursues him.
She wills Gerry back into focus. Golden nodules of light catch on his cheekbones and pitch his long, sharp nose in shadow. A human knife's edge.
Touching him in any way would mean imminent disaster.
For now, she's happy to consume him only with her eyes.
"I don't remember saying you were the right person," Carolina teases dryly. "But I can make do. I'll give you all the real important jobs like shaking the trees for sticks. You're tall enough." Very tall, actually. "I ran into something a couple weeks ago. This giant swarm of— I don't know, moths, butterflies— trying to attack this kid. It was a disaster."
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Date: 2025-05-18 07:20 pm (UTC)She could get used to a place like this. Drinks, music, an acquaintance on the odd weekend. The ecosystem they've walked into feels self-contained. Bawling enough to stave in her loudest thoughts and dark enough not to worry about being seen. An awful thing, then, that Gerry's so damn good at it.
She spots him in the blurred foreground of her vision staring fixedly ahead at her. A perfectly normal thing to do in conversation, however the trapped and slighted animal part of Carolina wants to turn away. Completely unseen.
The killer soldier in her traps this animal under its boot, then pursues him.
She wills Gerry back into focus. Golden nodules of light catch on his cheekbones and pitch his long, sharp nose in shadow. A human knife's edge.
Touching him in any way would mean imminent disaster.
For now, she's happy to consume him only with her eyes.
"I don't remember saying you were the right person," Carolina teases dryly. "But I can make do. I'll give you all the real important jobs like shaking the trees for sticks. You're tall enough." Very tall, actually. "I ran into something a couple weeks ago. This giant swarm of— I don't know, moths, butterflies— trying to attack this kid. It was a disaster."