She hadn't noticed his arrival until it was too late, until his hand was reaching out over her shoulder for the shiny black glass orb on the stand in front of them. A number of thoughts entered her mind - the first a pang of terror, clouding her vision at first, causing her to back immediately into the giant towering behind her. This issued in an even louder pang, the sort that made your chest clench and your heart flutter. The sort that made you feel like you might actually be dying.
The witch went rigid, hugging the figurine to her chest protectively as she stared at the grasping fingers reaching for the reflective surface. Oh no. This third pang of terror was like some sort of emotional second wind, like getting so drunk you feel sober. Where fear had initially paralyzed her now it ignited a terrific purpose in her. The sphere, ominously tucked away in the dark and dank shelves here didn't seem to have been disturbed for quite some time. It looked to her like the detonator of a bomb, set to call forth something divine that she simply wasn't sure she was ready to meet. She could not let him touch it.
Mel's left arm shot out as she threw it into his without much of a physical impact at all. "Don't!" She hissed, still clutching the plant figure close as she craned her neck to look up at the invader, her right eye blazing with indignation from a pinched scowl as finally Mel's emotional wheel of fortune settled on petty jealous rage, not for any good reason but that he had tried to touch the spooky ball before her. Rude.
That all meant jack when realized she was practically looking at the ceiling to see his face, staring up at someone far too big for his britches in a very literal sense. "Fuck me!" She clapped her hand over her mouth as she whisper-screamed, not quite catching the first of it but managing to muffled most of the "me" with her palm, the vowel drawing out in a terrified, wordless squeal, albeit quiet. If the shrine wasn't divine, the books certainly were!
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The witch went rigid, hugging the figurine to her chest protectively as she stared at the grasping fingers reaching for the reflective surface. Oh no. This third pang of terror was like some sort of emotional second wind, like getting so drunk you feel sober. Where fear had initially paralyzed her now it ignited a terrific purpose in her. The sphere, ominously tucked away in the dark and dank shelves here didn't seem to have been disturbed for quite some time. It looked to her like the detonator of a bomb, set to call forth something divine that she simply wasn't sure she was ready to meet. She could not let him touch it.
Mel's left arm shot out as she threw it into his without much of a physical impact at all. "Don't!" She hissed, still clutching the plant figure close as she craned her neck to look up at the invader, her right eye blazing with indignation from a pinched scowl as finally Mel's emotional wheel of fortune settled on petty jealous rage, not for any good reason but that he had tried to touch the spooky ball before her. Rude.
That all meant jack when realized she was practically looking at the ceiling to see his face, staring up at someone far too big for his britches in a very literal sense. "Fuck me!" She clapped her hand over her mouth as she whisper-screamed, not quite catching the first of it but managing to muffled most of the "me" with her palm, the vowel drawing out in a terrified, wordless squeal, albeit quiet. If the shrine wasn't divine, the books certainly were!
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