[ her fingers loosen around his wrists when she feels his hand smooth over her middle, the distraction of it drawing her attention in a way it never would have in her metal body. maybe it's those little things that keep her there, just the barest scraps to keep her emotions from starving. it feeds her greatest flaw-- wanting to be wanted.
at once, she craves these small gestures and is frustrated by them. it shows vaguely in her face, that downturn in her mouth again. her voice is low when she answers, only tinged in temper, but that's enough. it's a reminder that she's aggressive under that strange, passive face. ]
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at once, she craves these small gestures and is frustrated by them. it shows vaguely in her face, that downturn in her mouth again. her voice is low when she answers, only tinged in temper, but that's enough. it's a reminder that she's aggressive under that strange, passive face. ]
Why do you bait me?