@slaymetal from here.
she's known for taking so easily to her powers, to her ability to fight. it kind of surprised everyone, herself included; but each passing day, the redhead was getting used to it. november ophelia williams: just don't mess with her. not many people call her by her first name these days and november had started to wonder if she should've lied about her name from the beginning. oh, it's too late now. she'd simply have to deal with consequences of her actions, maybe scare people into keeping their mouths shut. it was an idea she was playing with.
and so, dragging him around the corner at the sound of guards stomping towards them is an act of instinct, body acting on its own accord as november assures both she and eddie won't be found, pulling him against her as they blend into one of the shadows. her cheek is against the cool concrete wall, a far cry from the heat of his body against hers, she only processing this onces the guards had stopped past. eyes flicker up. " we'll give it a minute, " she whispers, barely louder that a burst of wind passing through the vents above them, gesturing for him to breathe through her nose like she does.
the minute passes uneventfully, she removing the pressure from her hand on his back, will use it to push him away gently - having to shake her head, catch a breathe. sometimes she doesn't think, she just acts; and this was becoming increasingly clear on the daily. " just ---- stay where i can see you for now on, got it ? " would make it easier for her to take him and run, if need be.
