Adeline shrinks behind the sill all at once at the sudden, rattling wham! of the door in its frame; two ears the only thing left of her, piquing up nervously at the sound of his voice. There's a little nose, two-tone eyes, a furrowed brow amidst the fearful wideness of her eyes.
"―how dare you," She hisses, the downy fluff along her ears seeming to stand up in quivering (yet ever ladylike) anger. "you awful man, how dare you! I've have a mind to suspect your hand in this awful matter! You've done nothing to give me any notion to the contrary!"
Ada rises in the window, hands on the sill, almost seeming to swell in an attempt to make her unthreatening appearance more intimidating. Despite herself, her voice has risen in accordance with Mello's own. "If you knew what happened, you'd know there's no one here to see you! What is in this house is broken! It is lifeless! He hasn't woken in days, and I won't let you hurt him, especially while he is so helpless!"
There's more than anger― emotion, swelling up in tears, ears flat against her head. Her brow is tautly knit together, her lone golden eye winking luridly, equal parts fear and minor fury. The fear there is not for the man on her doorstep, but for the subject he searches for; buckling beneath what she pushes against, succumbing to the awful whim that he might never wake.
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Date: 2019-10-30 01:06 am (UTC)Adeline shrinks behind the sill all at once at the sudden, rattling wham! of the door in its frame; two ears the only thing left of her, piquing up nervously at the sound of his voice. There's a little nose, two-tone eyes, a furrowed brow amidst the fearful wideness of her eyes.
"―how dare you," She hisses, the downy fluff along her ears seeming to stand up in quivering (yet ever ladylike) anger. "you awful man, how dare you! I've have a mind to suspect your hand in this awful matter! You've done nothing to give me any notion to the contrary!"
Ada rises in the window, hands on the sill, almost seeming to swell in an attempt to make her unthreatening appearance more intimidating. Despite herself, her voice has risen in accordance with Mello's own. "If you knew what happened, you'd know there's no one here to see you! What is in this house is broken! It is lifeless! He hasn't woken in days, and I won't let you hurt him, especially while he is so helpless!"
There's more than anger― emotion, swelling up in tears, ears flat against her head. Her brow is tautly knit together, her lone golden eye winking luridly, equal parts fear and minor fury. The fear there is not for the man on her doorstep, but for the subject he searches for; buckling beneath what she pushes against, succumbing to the awful whim that he might never wake.