She couldn't know who he thought it might be. But she gets the feeling. She feels it too. Something so familiar. Someone too familiar.
Like calls to like the voice calls out to Alina. Low and sultry, comforting and welcoming. Promising her a world where she might be accepted as she is, instead of whatever has been made of her now. All things she can barely take.
She sees it on his face, that he feels the same as her. She doesn't have to probe too deeply to guess at that.
"A man from home," she says, approaching slightly just to speak in a soft voice. "He's not here.
At least yet," she adds, a bit fearfully.
Her eyes drop to the floor as she settles on that thought a moment. After all, she's here. A second wave of entrants for whatever twisted games these are. Who else could come next? And how would they arrive? "Who do you hear?" She asks, looking back up and searching for some sort of distraction.
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Like calls to like the voice calls out to Alina. Low and sultry, comforting and welcoming. Promising her a world where she might be accepted as she is, instead of whatever has been made of her now. All things she can barely take.
She sees it on his face, that he feels the same as her. She doesn't have to probe too deeply to guess at that.
"A man from home," she says, approaching slightly just to speak in a soft voice. "He's not here.
At least yet," she adds, a bit fearfully.
Her eyes drop to the floor as she settles on that thought a moment. After all, she's here. A second wave of entrants for whatever twisted games these are. Who else could come next? And how would they arrive? "Who do you hear?" She asks, looking back up and searching for some sort of distraction.