She goes completely motionless, spine rigid and limbs locked, like a deer who spooked. Sudden, unexpected adrenaline hammering in her skull.
“Korth’s dick,” Astrid says, but that movement of her jaw presses against the knife, causing it to nick the skin slightly. Her gaze moves upward, from the turn of his wrist gripping the hilt (white-knuckled), to the line of his forearm quivering with exhaustion, up to his bruised face.
Despite the relatively crowded room, packing in three people hasn’t been too much of a problem. Astrid often isn’t there, vanishing to supplement the kitchen’s stores with her hunting, or simply preferring an evening out camping. They’re all in Scouting and none of them are researchers, so they’re often out on a field job (or in Lazar’s case, simply drinking in town and avoiding a job entirely).
It does mean that Talin probably isn’t used to sharing with these strangers yet.
She swallows, slow and careful. Raises a hand to grip his wrist, and shoves it aside.
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“Korth’s dick,” Astrid says, but that movement of her jaw presses against the knife, causing it to nick the skin slightly. Her gaze moves upward, from the turn of his wrist gripping the hilt (white-knuckled), to the line of his forearm quivering with exhaustion, up to his bruised face.
Despite the relatively crowded room, packing in three people hasn’t been too much of a problem. Astrid often isn’t there, vanishing to supplement the kitchen’s stores with her hunting, or simply preferring an evening out camping. They’re all in Scouting and none of them are researchers, so they’re often out on a field job (or in Lazar’s case, simply drinking in town and avoiding a job entirely).
It does mean that Talin probably isn’t used to sharing with these strangers yet.
She swallows, slow and careful. Raises a hand to grip his wrist, and shoves it aside.
“You look like shit.”