[ The touch makes her gasp with a start, her shoulders stiffening, though her eyes remain closed for a lingering moment. His hand burns her. It hurts. She whimpers, but it's ragged as though smoke burns her lungs. So many bodies. Pieces of metal torn open, with strange lights dancing about inside as death seems to find even those without souls.
Her hand rips away as her eyes fly open, and Vanessa jerks backwards so suddenly that her chair rocks momentarily. With her hand clutched against her chest as if it's been scalded, Vanessa stares at The Doctor with a wild tremor keeping her eyes from holding completely steady.
He is a vortex. He will consume you. He's too powerful. He's too Other.
That was no red thread of fated love tugging at their fingertips; it was the silk string of a spider's web, trapping them for a cosmic supper. ]
...You shouldn't be here.
[ Not at the table. Here. In her world. This should be her world, and nobody else's. But he isn't set dressing. He is real, isn't he? He's real. He isn't a hallucination. But he isn't Lucifer. ...Is he? Could Lucifer's deception run so deep? Has she overestimated herself? She's trembling. Terrified. ]
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Her hand rips away as her eyes fly open, and Vanessa jerks backwards so suddenly that her chair rocks momentarily. With her hand clutched against her chest as if it's been scalded, Vanessa stares at The Doctor with a wild tremor keeping her eyes from holding completely steady.
He is a vortex. He will consume you. He's too powerful. He's too Other.
That was no red thread of fated love tugging at their fingertips; it was the silk string of a spider's web, trapping them for a cosmic supper. ]
...You shouldn't be here.
[ Not at the table. Here. In her world. This should be her world, and nobody else's. But he isn't set dressing. He is real, isn't he? He's real. He isn't a hallucination. But he isn't Lucifer. ...Is he? Could Lucifer's deception run so deep? Has she overestimated herself? She's trembling. Terrified. ]