[ A lifetime of throwing herself bodily into danger has left Wren somewhat less than sensitive; the occasional lump of old scar’s easily felt beneath the thin cloth.
Still, she tenses at the small of her back, seems to be working not to press herself up into the touch. One palm braces against the desk. ]
I just want to feel it. [ She works her jaw around the press of wood. ] All of it.
[ Violence, then. She wouldn’t take her up on it if she hadn't already gotten this much of the day's aggression out, if she weren't quite certain nothing will escalate — that Teren could handle anything that did.
(You never quite lose that awareness. It doesn’t matter that she wants this, that they’ve both agreed to it. There’s always going to be that instinct, however distant: All the different ways to break a hold.) ]
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Date: 2017-07-01 05:12 am (UTC)Still, she tenses at the small of her back, seems to be working not to press herself up into the touch. One palm braces against the desk. ]
I just want to feel it. [ She works her jaw around the press of wood. ] All of it.
[ Violence, then. She wouldn’t take her up on it if she hadn't already gotten this much of the day's aggression out, if she weren't quite certain nothing will escalate — that Teren could handle anything that did.
(You never quite lose that awareness. It doesn’t matter that she wants this, that they’ve both agreed to it. There’s always going to be that instinct, however distant: All the different ways to break a hold.) ]