MABEL
Color them both shocked then, in between pale skin and shadowed proportions. While her heart still leapt in incongruent pulses and rhythms, Wessex managed to reply, peeling away the seaweed as if nothing was amiss. Another perfectly normal god damned day. Mabel swallowed traces of something that might’ve once been bile – probably nothing now save for her own insecurities and fear.
“I’m okay,” she mumbled, quiet and disconcerted, eyes purposefully not tracking on the water. She quickly backed herself into the wall, and marched along its sides, intertwined with the shades of shadows as best she could – feeling woefully inadequate at every turn. “I was trying -,” she began to admit, and then, flustered, her brows furrowed and her hand instinctively curled to where her dagger was resting; not touching its hilt, but meandering, wandering, as if its power was the only thing she had left. “I was trying to get over my fear.” Her other palm gestured openly to the liquid before them, but it hardly seemed to matter. “Why are you here?”
“I’m okay,” she mumbled, quiet and disconcerted, eyes purposefully not tracking on the water. She quickly backed herself into the wall, and marched along its sides, intertwined with the shades of shadows as best she could – feeling woefully inadequate at every turn. “I was trying -,” she began to admit, and then, flustered, her brows furrowed and her hand instinctively curled to where her dagger was resting; not touching its hilt, but meandering, wandering, as if its power was the only thing she had left. “I was trying to get over my fear.” Her other palm gestured openly to the liquid before them, but it hardly seemed to matter. “Why are you here?”
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
