[ Always seemed a spell, sometimes, how people would - though in reality, there is nothing supernatural to it that she does to them so much. Just catches them to her area, him too by proxy. Softs the world, through illusion. How easily even in dark places, people clung to light. Only too so had she been it, that it's nothing but a comfortable ease to do so again. Costs her nothing to mute the world around the disorientated and take it's harshness away for them whilst they came back to themselves. Nothing at least but the shallowing of her breath after each time it's dispersed, missing the eridium so keenly in those moments that she forces herself stern about it.
Loud enough wanting, that she has in turn forgotten her own injuries. Between being a siren, and the symbiote, she had not considered it too deeply since she got it. Everything else had been more important. The look is sheepish more than anything - perhaps, perhaps this will be her first scar. Perhaps she will finally have her first mark of living.
She almost doesn't want him to see to it then at all. But that's foolishness, and she nods, almost turning towards him before she catches herself. ]
Wait, before you do -
[ And she reaches for his hands properly now, turning to face him where they're sat, to settle them into her lap. Bunches up the cloth of her jacket in a hand and begins to wipe the blood and muck away from them. ] Angel, by the way. I'm Angel.
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Loud enough wanting, that she has in turn forgotten her own injuries. Between being a siren, and the symbiote, she had not considered it too deeply since she got it. Everything else had been more important. The look is sheepish more than anything - perhaps, perhaps this will be her first scar. Perhaps she will finally have her first mark of living.
She almost doesn't want him to see to it then at all. But that's foolishness, and she nods, almost turning towards him before she catches herself. ]
Wait, before you do -
[ And she reaches for his hands properly now, turning to face him where they're sat, to settle them into her lap. Bunches up the cloth of her jacket in a hand and begins to wipe the blood and muck away from them. ] Angel, by the way. I'm Angel.