*sulks off childishly because this yearning for replies shit is the last damn straw* stupid brain chemistry. stupid snow. stupid cats. stupid muse.
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Her mouth twitched in a half-smile. “I know. But you will, if you think I might hurt you.” She folded herself down to the floor cross-legged, and half-lifted a hand to her temple. It was an unnecessary gesture; she didn’t need to move to track the hunter. It didn’t help her shut out the boy standing by the door, either.
He didn’t trust her, but he was honest. Someone she could trust. She sighed quietly. “He’s gone. Back to his car, I assume, since he’s moving away pretty fast. Back toward my apartment.”
“If you try to hurt me, I’ll just kick you out for that guy to find you,” Isaac warned her with a pointed glare. “Whoever he is, he looks like someone who knows how to hurt people,” he added, arching an eyebrow at her. He had nothing against helping her out if she was in trouble, but the moment she became a threat, he was going to kick her out. They had enough enemies as it was.
“Well, he’s not gonna find you,” Isaac said, then walked towards the kitchen. “There’s not much to eat here, no one’s lived here for a while,” he informed her, looking around in the cupboards.
Summer wavered, putting a hand on the wall, then sank back down to curl up in a little ball. Maybe it was the stress of trying to escape, or the uncertainty of what she was running from. Or just the clarity and strength of Isaac’s emotions. Holding a hand out, she watched it tremble. “I’m not hungry anyway. I w-won’t be in your way much longer.” The muscles in her legs jumped, and she curled up tighter, hoping to hide the tremors.
Summer flinched, hands instinctively wrapping about herself and her whole body pulling in. The last time someone had said something like that, it hadn’t been a question, but an accusation, backed by rage like a blow. “Yeah,” she said softly, “I guess I am. And you have no reason now to believe I’m not.” She swallowed against the sick feeling in her gut and forced herself to drop her arms, though she couldn’t seem to make her shoulders relax or her heart slow its hammering.
Isaac watched her reaction, surprised, and realized his aggressive stance. He took a deep breath and looked at her, trying to decide what to do. “Fine, you can hide out here until that guy he’s gone. I don’t trust you, but I trust him even less,” he admitted, relaxing in a less threatening pose. “And don’t worry, I don’t wanna hurt you,” he added, knowing a little bit of reassurance on that matter was probably a good idea.
Her mouth twitched in a half-smile. “I know. But you will, if you think I might hurt you.” She folded herself down to the floor cross-legged, and half-lifted a hand to her temple. It was an unnecessary gesture; she didn’t need to move to track the hunter. It didn’t help her shut out the boy standing by the door, either.
He didn’t trust her, but he was honest. Someone she could trust. She sighed quietly. “He’s gone. Back to his car, I assume, since he’s moving away pretty fast. Back toward my apartment.”
“It’s cheating. But, you know,” she went on, a little sadly, knowing she was going to invoke his suspicion all over again, “in a way what I am doing is cheating, too. I know what you’re feeling, so I can tailor my actions to evoke the feeling I want. Without ever actually touching your emotions from the inside.” it didn’t matter than in her fear, she hadn’t, really.
“So you’re basically saying that I should never trust you because you could be manipulating me?” Isaac asked with an unbelieving chuckle. He wasn’t sure why she was telling him this, or about her powers, but he figured that if she’d wanted to trick him, she would have used those powers instead. And the man had looked like a guy to stay away from.
Summer flinched, hands instinctively wrapping about herself and her whole body pulling in. The last time someone had said something like that, it hadn’t been a question, but an accusation, backed by rage like a blow. “Yeah,” she said softly, “I guess I am. And you have no reason now to believe I’m not.” She swallowed against the sick feeling in her gut and forced herself to drop her arms, though she couldn’t seem to make her shoulders relax or her heart slow its hammering.
“I /wish/ I knew who he was — his shields are amazing. And terrifying. I can hear him, but I can’t get in.” Summer shivered. “As far as what he wants — it’s not what he’s claiming. Logically, he wants to use me.” She looked down at her hand, and closed it, an expression of determination hardening her face. ‘I don’t think he’s going to like the results of that.”
When she said the man was trying to use her, apparently for her powers, he frowned, letting his concern take over his suspicion for a moment. “If you can manipulate emotions, how come you’re not doing that to me?” he asked, curious and aware that there was a chance he was going to regret asking that question. But he had to.
“It’s cheating. But, you know,” she went on, a little sadly, knowing she was going to invoke his suspicion all over again, “in a way what I am doing is cheating, too. I know what you’re feeling, so I can tailor my actions to evoke the feeling I want. Without ever actually touching your emotions from the inside.” it didn’t matter than in her fear, she hadn’t, really.
sorrynotsorry for winding your muse up today
I just need a scene where Isaac makes this face.
She opened her mouth, then closed it again, and swallowed. Well, she’d said anything, and apparently fate was just determined to hold her to that right away. “I’m an empath,” she answered at last. “I can sense and manipulate most people’s emotions.” Hopefully if she kept her eyes fixed on his very blue ones he would believe her.
Isaac saw her hesitation in answering, and once she did, he kept his gaze fixed on her, trying to figure out whether she was lying, trying to pick up on her heartbeat. “Let’s say I believe you,” he said, then added, “Hypothetically.” He hesitated for a moment then spoke again. “Then who’s the guy coming after you and why?”
“I /wish/ I knew who he was — his shields are amazing. And terrifying. I can hear him, but I can’t get in.” Summer shivered. “As far as what he wants — it’s not what he’s claiming. Logically, he wants to use me.” She looked down at her hand, and closed it, an expression of determination hardening her face. ‘I don’t think he’s going to like the results of that.”
“I don’t have one,” Summer admitted, coming to her feet. She lifted her hands, keeping the fingers spread, where he could see them. “I don’t know of anything I can say that you would believe, except thank you. All I can offer is to let you ask me anything, and I’ll answer honestly.” Wryly, with a slightly twisted smile, she went on, “Of course that brings you back to the problem of trusting me.”
“At least you’re honest,” Isaac huffed out with an unbelieving chuckle. He studied the girl, trying to figure out whether she was actually a threat or not. Her scent was different from what he’d encountered so far, and that tipped off his alarms. When she said she was going to answer his questions, he didn’t hesitate. “What are you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
She opened her mouth, then closed it again, and swallowed. Well, she’d said anything, and apparently fate was just determined to hold her to that right away. “I’m an empath,” she answered at last. “I can sense and manipulate most people’s emotions.” Hopefully if she kept her eyes fixed on his very blue ones he would believe her.
The hunter lifted his hands, plastering an entirely unbelievable expression of innocence on his face. He rocked back. “There’s no need for that. Just watch out for her. She’s dangerous.” He turned and walked away, hands in his pockets, very casual, and paused at the end of the driveway. “If you see her, make good on that threat.”
Isaac glared at the man throughout his act of innocence, but he was relieved to see him back off. “I’ll be sure to avoid this… ninja assassin girl,” he reassured the man with an eloquent look. “He’ll be the first one I call,” he added, then watched as the man finally walked away. He closed the door and locked it, then turned to look at the girl with a suspicious glare. “Give me a good reason I shouldn’t just call the Sheriff.”
“I don’t have one,” Summer admitted, coming to her feet. She lifted her hands, keeping the fingers spread, where he could see them. “I don’t know of anything I can say that you would believe, except thank you. All I can offer is to let you ask me anything, and I’ll answer honestly.” Wryly, with a slightly twisted smile, she went on, “Of course that brings you back to the problem of trusting me.”