[ the switchover is so abrupt he doesn't even have time to properly drop her, much less register what exactly is happening. he stops mid-stride, juggling her meager weight for a hot second just to make he doesn't end up careening over and dashing his own skull on the floor.
(maybe that would be a better way to go.)
he tenses when he catches the glint of the scissors under his throat—this close, he can probably smell the metal. (something inside him boils, a strange spark of anger that doesn't feel entirely like his own.)
but he needs to keep calm and figure out what's happening, before he gets his neck sliced open. if she's bothering at all to talk to him he has reason to believe he has some time to figure it out. ]
Hey, easy. Yeah, it's just me.
[ he hasn't quite made the connection yet, between the her profile, their bizarre chatlog, and now this altercation... but he's getting there. his first thought, is that perhaps she's had something strange to eat at the feast. his second, not very far behind, is that maybe this is the work of a shadow. ]
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(maybe that would be a better way to go.)
he tenses when he catches the glint of the scissors under his throat—this close, he can probably smell the metal. (something inside him boils, a strange spark of anger that doesn't feel entirely like his own.)
but he needs to keep calm and figure out what's happening, before he gets his neck sliced open. if she's bothering at all to talk to him he has reason to believe he has some time to figure it out. ]
Hey, easy. Yeah, it's just me.
[ he hasn't quite made the connection yet, between the her profile, their bizarre chatlog, and now this altercation... but he's getting there. his first thought, is that perhaps she's had something strange to eat at the feast. his second, not very far behind, is that maybe this is the work of a shadow. ]