( that's probably a mix of vampirism granted endurance and just being so lazy that she had to be well rested before this talking. still, nobody can party forever, not even a three hundred year old vampire. she's showing some bodily signs of weariness, the sluggish way she moves and responds, the delays between listening and responding.
Carmilla doesn't fight Megara trying to unwind herself, though there's something about her lazy posture that changes. from accommodating and inviting to tense and petulant. )
I don't want to go back there. What are we going to do, lay in the dark and think about how everyone's dead and we're likely next? I don't want to think about that.
( there's something embedded in that, the implication she has been doing that up until this point. the anger cuts through her tone like a whip, sudden and unexpected. but it delays back just as easily, as Carmilla tugs at the hand where they're still connected, trying to lure Megara back. )
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Carmilla doesn't fight Megara trying to unwind herself, though there's something about her lazy posture that changes. from accommodating and inviting to tense and petulant. )
I don't want to go back there. What are we going to do, lay in the dark and think about how everyone's dead and we're likely next? I don't want to think about that.
( there's something embedded in that, the implication she has been doing that up until this point. the anger cuts through her tone like a whip, sudden and unexpected. but it delays back just as easily, as Carmilla tugs at the hand where they're still connected, trying to lure Megara back. )
Stay with me. Dance with me.