[ She's not quite sure if she likes that yet. There's something to be said for someone who could absolutely let loose the way she does, someone to bring the fire and brimstone down with her. But-- maybe she's not so afraid of breaking something in the jack ass either, and maybe that had its own worth. She presses in to meet his mouth, inhaling like she's been holding her breath. In a way she has been, and using the liquor to keep herself complacent while somewhere deep inside she was going absolutely fucking batshit with the kind of loneliness only the most deep and abiding grief can bring you, bottling up sorrow and anxiety. She needs to let it out, and this planet is real shitty at affording her that. It overflows as she lets down the restraints, whitecaps of bubbles and foam.
On the other side of expulsion is Annie more like she normally has been: dreadful and creeping, loud and colorful and sprawling, creator and destroyer... as well as the little sinewy woman shedding her cloak first before going after the buttons on his.
She looks like a soldier underneath that cloak, the tank top she wears shows a strong musculature and too many scars, the nastiest of which is an enormous mountain range of twisted purple flesh up the center of her body. It peaks over the bandages wrapped around her chest, its highest point just at the base of her collar bones. ]
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On the other side of expulsion is Annie more like she normally has been: dreadful and creeping, loud and colorful and sprawling, creator and destroyer... as well as the little sinewy woman shedding her cloak first before going after the buttons on his.
She looks like a soldier underneath that cloak, the tank top she wears shows a strong musculature and too many scars, the nastiest of which is an enormous mountain range of twisted purple flesh up the center of her body. It peaks over the bandages wrapped around her chest, its highest point just at the base of her collar bones. ]
( You can still chicken out, if you want. )
[ Teasing, but truthful. ]