[stiff and slow, travis reaches for her hand over his chest to remove it. he won't take her touch, not when she is so obviously thinking about anything but comfort. her words are knives. lips quiver in disgust, in fear, in denial. shauna isn't so different from lottie when it comes to force. lottie's came gentle as a breeze, starting with reassurance and care, with all that came after blooming chaos and screams.
shauna's force is sharp and twisted. he can predict lottie's next steps up to a point. he can explain it and put a name to it. maybe. she's off her medication and threw her team into a psychotic nightmare and no one knew any better. they still don't. maybe.
shauna ... shauna wants something else. she craves something darker that travis doesn't relate to at all. it doesn't matter how much he disagrees or hates her for what she says, a small part believes her. with as much bite as there was to her words, he levels his own back to her. even and slow:]
Don't ruin this, too.
[and a small part wants to hurt her back. no one is watching him, the hierarchy is gone. he has room for freedom without fearing for his survival.]
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shauna's force is sharp and twisted. he can predict lottie's next steps up to a point. he can explain it and put a name to it. maybe. she's off her medication and threw her team into a psychotic nightmare and no one knew any better. they still don't. maybe.
shauna ... shauna wants something else. she craves something darker that travis doesn't relate to at all. it doesn't matter how much he disagrees or hates her for what she says, a small part believes her. with as much bite as there was to her words, he levels his own back to her. even and slow:]
Don't ruin this, too.
[and a small part wants to hurt her back. no one is watching him, the hierarchy is gone. he has room for freedom without fearing for his survival.]