[ she hadn't expected that. her expression dulls, suddenly, vacancy spreading out across her features like a strike of lightning. morgana momentarily checks out of the building and stops breathing as she realizes no one has ever touched that skeletal arm of her's. in return, a series of events leading up to the acquisition of that arm bubble to the surface as though it were heated flesh blistering over--
she swats him away and with wide eyes, takes several steps back. the sheet falls to the floor and morgana's shoulders are heaving with heavy breaths. ]
...What do you want from me.
[ for what it's worth, the bone was the same as any other bone. there's no warmth to it, just ossein. her tone matches that coolness: a frigidity that is so biting it might seem like snake venom. even so, there's a hint of humanity in that girl's yellow eyes, and if stared into long enough, maybe he can tell something about her expression and posture; she's trying to protect herself. ]
no subject
she swats him away and with wide eyes, takes several steps back. the sheet falls to the floor and morgana's shoulders are heaving with heavy breaths. ]
...What do you want from me.
[ for what it's worth, the bone was the same as any other bone. there's no warmth to it, just ossein. her tone matches that coolness: a frigidity that is so biting it might seem like snake venom. even so, there's a hint of humanity in that girl's yellow eyes, and if stared into long enough, maybe he can tell something about her expression and posture; she's trying to protect herself. ]