[ she's docile to his lead. An easy pull, as she keeps him within hands reach, a need to touch and to be touched. She needs the quiet and the stability of his mind. He is important then, like the air to living things, because the haze of shock scatters apart reality. Calm, because it all falls apart. Keeping herself together is exhausting, and takes time to work back up to. Leaves bits and pieces of her between here and a far off purple inked there. Things were never real to her, and it shows now for him to see too: light is malleable, it twists and bends about her, distance warps. The scream of emergency sirens goes louder and quieter in turns and animals that have no business on this planet walk in between people like half there memories. The only thing, only thing that is real, is him. She cannot control him like she does other things -- and that makes him sun, moon and stars as far as her scattered mind is concerned.
At his prompting she turns up into his fingers. A second, and they do need to go back, but they have to go through all these people, and sooner or later, someone would walk into her distorted illusions, she can't risk that. Better now that they're not in the thick of it. But she needed the quiet dark, and he's the closest thing to it. ] Yes, I just need....
[ So she tugs him, she's only a little thing after all, and he's tall above her. Perfect, as she takes a step back to lean her back into the side street wall, and draws him after her. To let him block out the rest of the world for her. Knows what she needs in that regard ( hates Jack, as much in the aftermath as she did in living it, will she ever be able to survive alone without someone to cradle this broken busted body of her and shards of glass mind? ) her hands reach up, settling soft against his shoulders, as she buries her face into his chest like a needy searching animal. It's there that she takes the time to rebuild herself. Sure that he would not leave her, not right now.
She has herself to rebuild. Childish building blocks of mental control. He makes a good building base, with his mind a powerful, calm thing. ]
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At his prompting she turns up into his fingers. A second, and they do need to go back, but they have to go through all these people, and sooner or later, someone would walk into her distorted illusions, she can't risk that. Better now that they're not in the thick of it. But she needed the quiet dark, and he's the closest thing to it. ] Yes, I just need....
[ So she tugs him, she's only a little thing after all, and he's tall above her. Perfect, as she takes a step back to lean her back into the side street wall, and draws him after her. To let him block out the rest of the world for her. Knows what she needs in that regard ( hates Jack, as much in the aftermath as she did in living it, will she ever be able to survive alone without someone to cradle this broken busted body of her and shards of glass mind? ) her hands reach up, settling soft against his shoulders, as she buries her face into his chest like a needy searching animal. It's there that she takes the time to rebuild herself. Sure that he would not leave her, not right now.
She has herself to rebuild. Childish building blocks of mental control. He makes a good building base, with his mind a powerful, calm thing. ]