[Brave... There are so many moments where she hadn't felt brave, vengeful yes, but not brave. She'd been terrified and Marcel had presented her with a way to channel that energy and power.
The admission from him, though, earns a look from her - brows knitting.
With a sniffle, she brings her free hand up to wipe at the tears that had slipped out. There's a vulnerability to her right now, something she have the strength to mask right now.]
We should start a club.
[And it's hard to work on controlling her powers when the voices of the Ancestors echo in her mind - their warnings clear as day.]
A plan b.
[A beat.]
Why would you help me? You don't owe me anything. [And there was no such thing as a free lunch. Not with the supernatural.]
no subject
The admission from him, though, earns a look from her - brows knitting.
With a sniffle, she brings her free hand up to wipe at the tears that had slipped out. There's a vulnerability to her right now, something she have the strength to mask right now.]
We should start a club.
[And it's hard to work on controlling her powers when the voices of the Ancestors echo in her mind - their warnings clear as day.]
A plan b.
[A beat.]
Why would you help me? You don't owe me anything. [And there was no such thing as a free lunch. Not with the supernatural.]