[ It happens quickly, the blaze burning churn in her mind that Petre always is. Brilliant and searing at her thoughts as he charges in, furious and angry and it hits her low before she grapples for her own walls, trying to throw them up because there's no good anyone else pretending control right now but her. Her with her head churning and - mercifully, less fogged from pain as Sam takes it away from her.
She clutches to him ( maybe, that too, is pointed, Parker's own brood mate - ), still staggering, the alcohol still singing in her bones. The high of her freedom that - yes, yes that too comes with a price. With consequences. She understands that in the leftover taste of blood in her mouth. Thick between her teeth. Her hand grips, steadying herself with a breath and her face: sets, her hands: curled up tightly and her body is flaring bright with white light as the roar of adrenaline pulses thing and bright.
Oh, she's more than aware who Parker is talking to. It isn't Petre or Sam. Her chin lifts up and in utter odds to the rest of her, when she calls her voice is so soft, it has no harsh edges. She calls, and she knows he will answer like it's always been this way. ( it is, she's always listened to, and if there's anything in it, there's a press of importance, she needs him to listen to her, do exactly as she says. ) ]
(Petre, come back to me. It was my mistake... I need you with me.)
[ A breath shaking on the exhale, swaying on her feet, waiting for him to come back to her before she goes to speak and alright - Parker didn't want her talking in her head, fine. ]
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She clutches to him ( maybe, that too, is pointed, Parker's own brood mate - ), still staggering, the alcohol still singing in her bones. The high of her freedom that - yes, yes that too comes with a price. With consequences. She understands that in the leftover taste of blood in her mouth. Thick between her teeth. Her hand grips, steadying herself with a breath and her face: sets, her hands: curled up tightly and her body is flaring bright with white light as the roar of adrenaline pulses thing and bright.
Oh, she's more than aware who Parker is talking to. It isn't Petre or Sam. Her chin lifts up and in utter odds to the rest of her, when she calls her voice is so soft, it has no harsh edges. She calls, and she knows he will answer like it's always been this way. ( it is, she's always listened to, and if there's anything in it, there's a press of importance, she needs him to listen to her, do exactly as she says. ) ]
( Petre, come back to me. It was my mistake... I need you with me. )
[ A breath shaking on the exhale, swaying on her feet, waiting for him to come back to her before she goes to speak and alright - Parker didn't want her talking in her head, fine. ]
Parker. [ it's clipped. ]