Quiet, low-voiced, like a warning. Poison steps neatly back from the growing stain of rot on the floor and watches it carefully to make sure it doesn't touch her. She holds her sketchbook tight against her chest and she knows she's seen this before - she's seen his control of his powers slip before - but it didn't look like this.
"You need to calm down." Oh, she knows she's taking a risk in saying that. That he could easily lash out at her, but... better at her, she thinks, than some unsuspecting person walking around the corner and startling him while he's mid-fury.
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Quiet, low-voiced, like a warning. Poison steps neatly back from the growing stain of rot on the floor and watches it carefully to make sure it doesn't touch her. She holds her sketchbook tight against her chest and she knows she's seen this before - she's seen his control of his powers slip before - but it didn't look like this.
"You need to calm down." Oh, she knows she's taking a risk in saying that. That he could easily lash out at her, but... better at her, she thinks, than some unsuspecting person walking around the corner and startling him while he's mid-fury.
"Please."