[ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .
acts of dominance. || @sailento
The sound of her hand hitting the top of his hand made a halfhollow thud. He barely felt it through the hard molded knuckles on his gloves, but the fingers poking through the ends hesitated anyway.
“Oh right, my bad. She must like her personal space, huh?”
In the nook of her arm rests the doll, Carlos recoiled his fingers slowly from it. He got the hint. But he could scarcely imagine how the thing brought any amount of comfort to her, its painted face made all the hair on his nape rise just to endure looking at it. Still it meant something to her, and he needed her trust for reasons of his own.
This village had been the target of many dark accusations, and his employer wanted dibs on being the first to solve this anomaly or bring back proof of any magicks that might be here. The reputation was proving to be well earned, since Carlos was struggling to learn anything so far. He figures that she must be from here and that he could use a guide. He’d settle for a nudge in the right direction.
“It’s just — it looks like something’s stuck on her head thing.” Fuck, what’s the English word for that? ( Weddings, dress, bride — ) “On her veil. If you just wanna... grab it.”
