♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them
♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them
“Please put me down,” came a mutter feebler than she was counting on, but it wasn’t like anyone could blame her for that. It was a weird feeling, her feet hanging quite literally in the air - nothing but Zoya’s grip around the back of her shirt keeping her suspended.
The cool air of the night blowing against exposed skin thanks to her top hiking up made her shiver, yet somehow her face made it feel like she was on fire.
She hadn’t even tried to fight it, knowing that would only get her a torn shirt and not much else. And sure, there were the shackles but this was hardly the time nor place to use those... Plus, if she were being honest, Zoya carrying her from trouble like this really... stripped her of courage. The limp way she hung there showed it.
“ .... I can walk myself.”