a smile forms β too big for her face , stretched out muscles going as far as they possibly could as she finally walks in closer . every movement , her knees grind and clatter , before she stops before him .
he can't *move.
the cracking of bones, twisting and struggling muscle begging to be returned to where they rested.
as though her body was no longer her own, and she struggled to take it back.
" jean β " matt stammers. " are you alright ? "
β ive never been better , matthew . are you well .α£ β she drops jeans voice , letting that warbling echo take over and fill the room . it enjoys watching his face move , shifting to express an emotion .
@MERCYSINS she can crawl through . making her way through until she's in the same room as the vigilante β mimicking jeans voice perfectly .
β matt .α£ β
@MERCYSINS it can smell the salt on his skin . the high strung emotions , the blame . the fear . it's like a beacon , one that she was too interested in to resist . clawed fingers sink into the wood of his windowsill , tugging until +