Adeline had been several rooms away when the creeping uptick of dread began to crawl up her backbone― something chilly and tingling precluding the sound by several minutes, putting the first notes of trembling into her touch as she changes a bandage on the subject in question. And when the knock comes, forceful enough to rattle the doorjamb itself, the only thing that keeps her from jumping out of her skin entirely is the sleeping, wounded skull cradled in her hands.
Despite the rising heat coming to her features, Ada reserves the final notes of her fleeing tenderness for Linden as she replaces his head against the pillow, as she smooths stray locks away from clinging against his new bandage. Her task done, she huffs a breath― expelling softness, drawing in ire― and makes her way down the hall.
The door opens, albeit just enough to allow a golden eye to peer out. "I don't know who you think you are, but I wouldn't be inclined to attend your fine company even if Linden's condition weren't so delicate!"
And then she recalls― a distant dream, gunmetal without warrant― and closes the door rather sharply, making quick work of a lock and chain; she chooses instead to frown at him from a nearby window, having swept the curtain aside. Her ears are pinned to either side of her golden head frightfully, even amidst the toughness she does her best to muster.
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Date: 2019-10-29 03:47 pm (UTC)Despite the rising heat coming to her features, Ada reserves the final notes of her fleeing tenderness for Linden as she replaces his head against the pillow, as she smooths stray locks away from clinging against his new bandage. Her task done, she huffs a breath― expelling softness, drawing in ire― and makes her way down the hall.
The door opens, albeit just enough to allow a golden eye to peer out. "I don't know who you think you are, but I wouldn't be inclined to attend your fine company even if Linden's condition weren't so delicate!"
And then she recalls― a distant dream, gunmetal without warrant― and closes the door rather sharply, making quick work of a lock and chain; she chooses instead to frown at him from a nearby window, having swept the curtain aside. Her ears are pinned to either side of her golden head frightfully, even amidst the toughness she does her best to muster.