[ Cadence feels the vibrations on the bed from Clay’s pats, but keeps herself rigidly faced away from him, eyes closed while she tries to parse out how she’s feeling and comes up empty.
She’s dealt just fine with bad situations and nervous gut feelings before; several lifetimes of betrayal and disappointment have honed her instincts well enough, and the beast-like instincts given to her by her curse have filled most of the remaining gaps in her survival instincts quite well.
She’s never dealt with an active contradiction like this before, at least not in a very long time: the same drive to grab her stuff and call a cab is now fighting against the urge to roll over and pulling him closer, breath him in a little more.
The latter wins out; wordlessly she rolls to face him, trying to make out his features in the darkness. ]
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She’s dealt just fine with bad situations and nervous gut feelings before; several lifetimes of betrayal and disappointment have honed her instincts well enough, and the beast-like instincts given to her by her curse have filled most of the remaining gaps in her survival instincts quite well.
She’s never dealt with an active contradiction like this before, at least not in a very long time: the same drive to grab her stuff and call a cab is now fighting against the urge to roll over and pulling him closer, breath him in a little more.
The latter wins out; wordlessly she rolls to face him, trying to make out his features in the darkness. ]