[Waiting outside the door, Darlene shuts her eyes and pulls in a breath through her nose. This is a fucked up feeling, a pretty sweet high. Before all this psychic connection bullshit, this kind of power trip wasn't a common occurrence for the old nervous system. The closest she ever got was to do with her own successes--major one being 5/9, or pre-5/9, really, before everything got screwed up.
That makes this a pretty special feeling. And her front row seat is more like a seat on stage, because like it or not, her vampire-or-whatever broodmate is the one oozing all of that onto her. It makes Darlene feel power by association. Like she could do this.
Still.]
(Loving the take-charge attitudes around here. This four-way is already majorly hot.)
[Bland, sarcastic. To make up for the rest of the shit she's thinking and feeling and passing over to the both of them, without meaning to.]
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That makes this a pretty special feeling. And her front row seat is more like a seat on stage, because like it or not, her vampire-or-whatever broodmate is the one oozing all of that onto her. It makes Darlene feel power by association. Like she could do this.
Still.]
( Loving the take-charge attitudes around here. This four-way is already majorly hot. )
[Bland, sarcastic. To make up for the rest of the shit she's thinking and feeling and passing over to the both of them, without meaning to.]