"If people do not understand, then why I have hired you in such a manner as of tonight?" she exhaled, letting the rhetorical question hang in the air as he turned his attention onto another issue. Fallon's jaw set into a line them, tightening as she sealed her lips shut to the man before her. The energy within gave a ripple, cool and feeling as she shrunk down into herself, the shifting layers of the mask gathering and lining up. Smothering, she could feel the sensation sink in and hold onto her tightly - relentless, unmoving and seeking to stand relentlessly against the odds. Eyes darkened, the low vibration of noise clawing its way up her pit, sinking, dragging, digging and slicing - the unspoken accusations resting within. It looked to burrow in through the defences, shatter the walls that she had erected between her and him.
She could feel the mask settle now, the cold sheen covering her face and eyes, the pressing sensation throbbing back across the front of her head as she watched him back off for a moment, pausing and considering what was before him - a reaction? She did not dwell too long on it, her lungs letting out a judder of air as he closed in. Threat, was the thought that bloomed in her mind - he wanted to trap, ensnare, smother and control. Her lips broke to reveal a slither of white, the corners of her mouth turning up into the starts of a snarl. The pulse quickened, hairs rising as she felt the ebbing thought of flight or fight slowly stir. It was the front of her skull however, her chilling will that continued to press and sink up into her nerves. It laced her throat once more, scratching into her teeth as she watched Matthew from beneath her brow.
A hiss of noise escaped from her throat - Not closer - "You wouldn't dare," the cold burn sharpened, her chest sharpening as she pushed down the sensations. Fear, panic, she could feel a moment of breathlessness hit her, the shifting pulse. Her voice tightened, the internal war rising up within to the surface. The mental heels dug in, fist clenching as she stared him down. She could not give him ground, she could not give him leverage to exploit her. Her mind keened once more, "Nothing happened. Do not look for something that does not exist." The chilling flow all but gripped her voice now, the tone pressing as it consumed, "I said," she cleared her throat, words dripping forth, "Don't listen! And don't look!"
She did not notice at first that she had in fact shouted, the slither of discomfort growing and slicing through her mind. Her gaze jerked away, eyes screwing shut, the cold racing away to leave a hot painful burn in its wake. It was too late however, she had watched Matthew retreat, the heavy footfall marking it as so. Her shoulders gave a rest against the wall behind her, head curling inwards. She could not bring herself to look, her eyes refusing to lift to solely take the man in. Shaking her head when he questioned her, she continued her attempted brave stand. Knuckles white from clenching, a chew upon her lip as she shook her head once more to the question before her. The residue chill clung, "I don't want you to look." It fell and crumbled after that, a deep inhale as she kept her eyes shut - to open them would only crumple her resolve further. She cleared her throat, "I told you, don't look and don't touch my scars."
She could feel the mask settle now, the cold sheen covering her face and eyes, the pressing sensation throbbing back across the front of her head as she watched him back off for a moment, pausing and considering what was before him - a reaction? She did not dwell too long on it, her lungs letting out a judder of air as he closed in. Threat, was the thought that bloomed in her mind - he wanted to trap, ensnare, smother and control. Her lips broke to reveal a slither of white, the corners of her mouth turning up into the starts of a snarl. The pulse quickened, hairs rising as she felt the ebbing thought of flight or fight slowly stir. It was the front of her skull however, her chilling will that continued to press and sink up into her nerves. It laced her throat once more, scratching into her teeth as she watched Matthew from beneath her brow.
A hiss of noise escaped from her throat - Not closer - "You wouldn't dare," the cold burn sharpened, her chest sharpening as she pushed down the sensations. Fear, panic, she could feel a moment of breathlessness hit her, the shifting pulse. Her voice tightened, the internal war rising up within to the surface. The mental heels dug in, fist clenching as she stared him down. She could not give him ground, she could not give him leverage to exploit her. Her mind keened once more, "Nothing happened. Do not look for something that does not exist." The chilling flow all but gripped her voice now, the tone pressing as it consumed, "I said," she cleared her throat, words dripping forth, "Don't listen! And don't look!"
She did not notice at first that she had in fact shouted, the slither of discomfort growing and slicing through her mind. Her gaze jerked away, eyes screwing shut, the cold racing away to leave a hot painful burn in its wake. It was too late however, she had watched Matthew retreat, the heavy footfall marking it as so. Her shoulders gave a rest against the wall behind her, head curling inwards. She could not bring herself to look, her eyes refusing to lift to solely take the man in. Shaking her head when he questioned her, she continued her attempted brave stand. Knuckles white from clenching, a chew upon her lip as she shook her head once more to the question before her. The residue chill clung, "I don't want you to look." It fell and crumbled after that, a deep inhale as she kept her eyes shut - to open them would only crumple her resolve further. She cleared her throat, "I told you, don't look and don't touch my scars."