[ To be fair, Sam would find it hard to try to press through the link to Parker. She keeps a distance and it's not just a distance that has started to grow. The barrier she pushes between her and others is getting solid base, a firm foot. Not yet unbreakable, but strong. So she doesn't care if he does or does not try to cancel the link, because she can handle that part on her own. Which is another reason why Angel's clutching to him falls flat. Parker doesn't feel anything for that. Or rather, she does, in the back of her head, but she has learned to disassociate herself from the feelings that don't belong. ]
Shut up. [ She hisses to Sam, doesn't even bother looking at him as her eyes are still on Angel's. The tone she uses is clear: this isn't your business. More aggressively so, because there is a harder connection to block when it comes to Sam. It doesn't make her feel more connected. On the contrary, it makes her reject it even more violently. ] Stay out of it.
[ But it's not over, as Petre pulls his hand away and presses against her chest. Parker is quick to react, always is when it comes to people touching her, like a wild thing that doesn't want any contact. She twists back and away from him, just in time to move her face out of the way. It catches only the left side of her face, the flare of it hissing against skin and hair. She sets her jaw, shoulders straight, as she stares at them, at a distance - as if a rift stands between her and them. Smoke from her hand slowly evaporating. It burns, it really hurts, fingers slightly curled for it and arm half-limp as if that would help, but she doesn't move her ground.
Angel lifts her chin, and Parker narrows her eyes to her. A small victory when she uses her actual mouth. The point apparently has been taken across. Still, she twists the knife in. ]
Coward.
[ Like spitting, like daggers, eyes on Angel. Then she turns her back to pick up the mug from the floor. What. She still wants tea. ]
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Shut up. [ She hisses to Sam, doesn't even bother looking at him as her eyes are still on Angel's. The tone she uses is clear: this isn't your business. More aggressively so, because there is a harder connection to block when it comes to Sam. It doesn't make her feel more connected. On the contrary, it makes her reject it even more violently. ] Stay out of it.
[ But it's not over, as Petre pulls his hand away and presses against her chest. Parker is quick to react, always is when it comes to people touching her, like a wild thing that doesn't want any contact. She twists back and away from him, just in time to move her face out of the way. It catches only the left side of her face, the flare of it hissing against skin and hair. She sets her jaw, shoulders straight, as she stares at them, at a distance - as if a rift stands between her and them. Smoke from her hand slowly evaporating. It burns, it really hurts, fingers slightly curled for it and arm half-limp as if that would help, but she doesn't move her ground.
Angel lifts her chin, and Parker narrows her eyes to her. A small victory when she uses her actual mouth. The point apparently has been taken across. Still, she twists the knife in. ]
Coward.
[ Like spitting, like daggers, eyes on Angel. Then she turns her back to pick up the mug from the floor. What. She still wants tea. ]