[ It doesn't quite abate; instead it comes in waves. There's a huff in her breath as she peeks through her fingers at him, her other hand jerking back when he attempts to reach for her. ]
This— This is my home. I— [ There's a tremor in her voice, and it hushes into a mortified whisper. ] I have a home.
[ Doesn't she deserve to belong? She's...wanted here. ]
No. Stay back. You— I— I am safe here.
[ She blinks and shudders through another stunning pain. It's as if scorpions are stinging the inside of her skull. ]
You...are dangerous.
[ She was fine before this, before he cast his love spell that now drives needles into both heart and mind. Vanessa keeps her hand from his, though her posture is still defensive as she backs away a few more steps, then turns to hurry away. She is a laundress. She should want nothing of danger. ]
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This— This is my home. I— [ There's a tremor in her voice, and it hushes into a mortified whisper. ] I have a home.
[ Doesn't she deserve to belong? She's...wanted here. ]
No. Stay back. You— I— I am safe here.
[ She blinks and shudders through another stunning pain. It's as if scorpions are stinging the inside of her skull. ]
You...are dangerous.
[ She was fine before this, before he cast his love spell that now drives needles into both heart and mind. Vanessa keeps her hand from his, though her posture is still defensive as she backs away a few more steps, then turns to hurry away. She is a laundress. She should want nothing of danger. ]
Stay away.