[ It happens rather quickly before Alice can really react. It's more than her mana being depleted, it's her body aching from mental and physical exhaustion. Alice can't promise she's slept well, if at all, the past few weeks. She pushed herself and will continue to do so. After all, it's not a state she's not unfamiliar with, it shouldn't have been a problem. She figured she could summon strength again, after so many times after falling and tripping. It wasn't that long ago her body was so weak from catatonia, so, what was another moment of her body reeling from exhaustion?
He's very good at moving in quickly, Alice doesn't have really any time to react, other than repeat the same thing that's happened before the last time he was bold enough to embrace her. He will feel her slender form flinch, Alice trying to curl up as if she expects him to hit her or pick her up again. The former a slimmer possibility than the latter, but old habits die hard. It's strange, it still puzzles her, the feeling of being held like this. She finds her eyes clamping shut, as a feeling of revulsion passes through her in a form of a shudder.
The concern over the illusion passes and Alice finds herself, yet again, willing herself to raise her hands to his chest and push him off. Too close.
She takes in a deep breath, willing herself to do something that is so uncomfortable for her and that is to place two firm hands on his chest and push him, though, not as hard as before, something to break the contact with him and regain her space. As angry as she is, Sion does not receive scolding or harsh words, just Alice pushing herself back, and smoothing out her long hair. The look she spares him says it all -- "I thought I said not to touch me."
She swallows her anger, and turns her back from him momentarily to slide back the comb in her hair, if only to pull her hair out of her eyes. ]
I won't explain to you what you saw.
[ She figures it's self-explanatory, in a way, with how the Queen of Hearts could be heard screaming and the tentacles of Queensland reaching for him. She was angry and she is still hurt. Alice turns back to him, looking at his features, wondering if it's worth mentioning.
She hates to admit that she is hurting, and what happened hurt her more than she cared to admit, so she dismisses it. ]
It doesn't matter, anyway, there are worse things to suffer from.
[ She can't do it, as much as she wants to admit how much it hurts to someone at that moment, she just can't. ]
That answers my question what the comb can do. [ Thank you? Maybe? Or was it worth thanking him that he could have easily been the target of her anger, again? The only solution was to pretend it didn't happen, at all, and do her best to brush off the attempts to reach her and embrace her as if it never happened. It was too confusing, she couldn't deal with it. ]
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He's very good at moving in quickly, Alice doesn't have really any time to react, other than repeat the same thing that's happened before the last time he was bold enough to embrace her. He will feel her slender form flinch, Alice trying to curl up as if she expects him to hit her or pick her up again. The former a slimmer possibility than the latter, but old habits die hard. It's strange, it still puzzles her, the feeling of being held like this. She finds her eyes clamping shut, as a feeling of revulsion passes through her in a form of a shudder.
The concern over the illusion passes and Alice finds herself, yet again, willing herself to raise her hands to his chest and push him off. Too close.
She takes in a deep breath, willing herself to do something that is so uncomfortable for her and that is to place two firm hands on his chest and push him, though, not as hard as before, something to break the contact with him and regain her space. As angry as she is, Sion does not receive scolding or harsh words, just Alice pushing herself back, and smoothing out her long hair. The look she spares him says it all -- "I thought I said not to touch me."
She swallows her anger, and turns her back from him momentarily to slide back the comb in her hair, if only to pull her hair out of her eyes. ]
I won't explain to you what you saw.
[ She figures it's self-explanatory, in a way, with how the Queen of Hearts could be heard screaming and the tentacles of Queensland reaching for him. She was angry and she is still hurt. Alice turns back to him, looking at his features, wondering if it's worth mentioning.
She hates to admit that she is hurting, and what happened hurt her more than she cared to admit, so she dismisses it. ]
It doesn't matter, anyway, there are worse things to suffer from.
[ She can't do it, as much as she wants to admit how much it hurts to someone at that moment, she just can't. ]
That answers my question what the comb can do. [ Thank you? Maybe? Or was it worth thanking him that he could have easily been the target of her anger, again? The only solution was to pretend it didn't happen, at all, and do her best to brush off the attempts to reach her and embrace her as if it never happened. It was too confusing, she couldn't deal with it. ]
I won't be using it anymore today.