[ Cassandra reaches and Erik draws his arm back, away, what might otherwise have been a subtle aversion to touch amplified by the loose suspension in his shoulders.
It’s polite, as get back mothafucka you don’t know me like thats go
but still caustic in a narrow cut at his eyes and a flinch at his nose. Out of how many.
It’s not even that he thinks she’s wrong. He’s just drunk and tired and morose, slouched like the world’s most shambled male mannequin before her bureau. ]
[ his arm draws away, and anderson's hand falls to her side. a moment later, she falls into parade rest (back straight, shoulders back, chin lifted), message received loud and clear.
she doesn't want to fight him, but not for the reasons he seems to think she doesn't. maybe when he's less drunk and tired, he'll figure that out. maybe he won't. the state he's in, she's not certain she wants to try and explain it, or that he'd even listen. ]
[ He realizes a (sluggish) moment later that goodnight is goodbye, and that she has effectively told him that it’s time for him to leave, and that he has already agreed. The only thing for him to do, then, is to sigh at her like a dog with a cat in his bed and sidestep away for the door. ]
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It’s polite, as get back mothafucka you don’t know me like thats go
but still caustic in a narrow cut at his eyes and a flinch at his nose. Out of how many.
It’s not even that he thinks she’s wrong. He’s just drunk and tired and morose, slouched like the world’s most shambled male mannequin before her bureau. ]
I wouldn’t want to fight me either.
[ He says so quietly.
(Humble, charming, noble: Magneto. ) ]
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she doesn't want to fight him, but not for the reasons he seems to think she doesn't. maybe when he's less drunk and tired, he'll figure that out. maybe he won't. the state he's in, she's not certain she wants to try and explain it, or that he'd even listen. ]
Goodnight, Erik.
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Goodnight.
[ He realizes a (sluggish) moment later that goodnight is goodbye, and that she has effectively told him that it’s time for him to leave, and that he has already agreed. The only thing for him to do, then, is to sigh at her like a dog with a cat in his bed and sidestep away for the door. ]