[ she clings to the last bit of command in her tone as it begins to shift to one of pleading, of relief. with the top laces undone she can feel herself take in a full, deep breath, and it's as steadying as the heels of her boots on the ground, catching along gnarled roots.
finally, there is some movement. finally, she can twist around enough she can look back at her savior, catching his eyes through the cobweb weave of the hair that'd fallen out of its braids, obscuring half of her face. she could, perhaps, be satisfied with just this. she could probably even loosen the rest herself. with a full breath in her lungs her head feels clearer, the urgency not humming quite as loudly in her veins.
but they're already here. and she's so fucking tired of this faire. ]
no subject
[ she clings to the last bit of command in her tone as it begins to shift to one of pleading, of relief. with the top laces undone she can feel herself take in a full, deep breath, and it's as steadying as the heels of her boots on the ground, catching along gnarled roots.
finally, there is some movement. finally, she can twist around enough she can look back at her savior, catching his eyes through the cobweb weave of the hair that'd fallen out of its braids, obscuring half of her face. she could, perhaps, be satisfied with just this. she could probably even loosen the rest herself. with a full breath in her lungs her head feels clearer, the urgency not humming quite as loudly in her veins.
but they're already here. and she's so fucking tired of this faire. ]
Tear it off if you can.