mermaiding: (that ploughs the raging sea)
Oona "Ariel" ([personal profile] mermaiding) wrote in [community profile] estoria 2015-09-09 04:58 am (UTC)

[it's a little strange. She had seen the way the scientists had watched her and examined her tail. She could remember their hands on her, turning and twisting, being gentle but still, somehow, managing to set her teeth on edge with how they handled her.

This... was different. Very different. She didn't feel instant revulsion at his touch, and though a thread of anxiety raced under her skin, it faded quickly. It was like being worshiped, almost. She watches him like a hawk, head tilting slightly when he looks to her face again. She doesn't blush, exactly, but there's an intensity to her gaze like she's trying to dissect him with her eyes alone, see what makes him tick.

Her breath releases, slow and measured, and she nods in acceptance of the thanks. Her gaze moves from his face to the sling and her brow furrows a bit in concern.
] You were injured? [Her eyebrows raise then, understanding] Ah, because of the destruction? Or from before that?

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