"You don't know already?" Neph says wonderingly. She'd thought--feared, really--that Will could scoop her frenzied motivations up in his hands, even when they were literally tied behind his back. His ability is frustrating in its tracelessness, unknowable unless he opens his mouth and says something mortifying. Maybe he just wants to hear it in their own words, or maybe there was too much freefloating horror in that warehouse for her guilt or grim resignation to register.
Maybe she can ask, if they're gonna be talking this over like adults.
"I vote to be unconscious for the stuff with the hammer," Carrying this joke further while a burning building collapses behind them has got to be some kind of unhealthy coping mechanism, but ask her if she cares right now. She winces at the sharp cherrybomb crack of beams collapsing, distinct even across a parking lot and through a closed car door. "We should--yeah, before the fire department shows up."
Their kidnappers probably turned off the alarms, if there were any, to ensure themselves adequate escape time after their planned witchburning. Still, better safe than sorry, and she's been hugely unsafe tonight.
Will releases the back of her seat as Hannibal shifts gears, a combination that leaves Neph feeling light and untethered. She floats for a second, eyes drifting shut as gravel crunches under the tires. Does Hannibal even know how to drive? His older self had a car, she remembers, but where'd he pick up the skill, and did meeting her throw that event out the window too?
A giggle slips out of her at his ongoing efforts to get Will to lie the fuck down. It's not funny, except for how it kinda is, and Will's response is just innocent enough that it slips past her alarms, tickling the edges of her own boundaries as it goes. "I have very strong arms," she says as she pulls the lever on her seat and clonks backward. Like this, her head is practically laying across Will's knees, with his head and shoulders behind Hannibal's seat. She can turn her face sideways and study him in the light from her own eyes. "I'd catch you. Not like Hannibal. One time he did a mutant Burnout an'he fell gettin' outta bed an' broke his nose. He needs'ta go easier on the nose or he's gonna ruin it."
Wait, that was a different Hannibal. Neph grimaces and lets her head fall forward, debating talking at all. The Burnout claws away at her, hollowing her out from the inside, but she refuses to just let it drag her under without a fight. They could pass a cop any second, she might need to...to do something. She oughta finish stripping off her bloody shirt, oughta hide her hand--
"Hey, Hannah," there's a definite slur to her words, now, a ghost of an accent rising from the grave, "While I'm undah you...you can mess with my hand. I won't feel it. So anything you gottah do, just...yeah. Don't go amputating anything though, m'serious."
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Date: 2017-08-12 02:49 am (UTC)Maybe she can ask, if they're gonna be talking this over like adults.
"I vote to be unconscious for the stuff with the hammer," Carrying this joke further while a burning building collapses behind them has got to be some kind of unhealthy coping mechanism, but ask her if she cares right now. She winces at the sharp cherrybomb crack of beams collapsing, distinct even across a parking lot and through a closed car door. "We should--yeah, before the fire department shows up."
Their kidnappers probably turned off the alarms, if there were any, to ensure themselves adequate escape time after their planned witchburning. Still, better safe than sorry, and she's been hugely unsafe tonight.
Will releases the back of her seat as Hannibal shifts gears, a combination that leaves Neph feeling light and untethered. She floats for a second, eyes drifting shut as gravel crunches under the tires. Does Hannibal even know how to drive? His older self had a car, she remembers, but where'd he pick up the skill, and did meeting her throw that event out the window too?
A giggle slips out of her at his ongoing efforts to get Will to lie the fuck down. It's not funny, except for how it kinda is, and Will's response is just innocent enough that it slips past her alarms, tickling the edges of her own boundaries as it goes. "I have very strong arms," she says as she pulls the lever on her seat and clonks backward. Like this, her head is practically laying across Will's knees, with his head and shoulders behind Hannibal's seat. She can turn her face sideways and study him in the light from her own eyes. "I'd catch you. Not like Hannibal. One time he did a mutant Burnout an'he fell gettin' outta bed an' broke his nose. He needs'ta go easier on the nose or he's gonna ruin it."
Wait, that was a different Hannibal. Neph grimaces and lets her head fall forward, debating talking at all. The Burnout claws away at her, hollowing her out from the inside, but she refuses to just let it drag her under without a fight. They could pass a cop any second, she might need to...to do something. She oughta finish stripping off her bloody shirt, oughta hide her hand--
"Hey, Hannah," there's a definite slur to her words, now, a ghost of an accent rising from the grave, "While I'm undah you...you can mess with my hand. I won't feel it. So anything you gottah do, just...yeah. Don't go amputating anything though, m'serious."