[ There's a moment, a tiny, barely imperceptible moment, where Parker eyebrows knit, eyes glance away from the sharp stare, shoulder drop. But it's gone in the blink of an eye, faster, because she can't let that out.
Parker brings a palm to her mouth, wipes the blood from her lip and then her nose against the back of her hand. Holds it there for a second longer. Can hear it, in the darker side of her brain. Feel it in the back of her throat. ]
Whatever.
[ Tired. Whiny like a kid that's been denied their toy. Looks at Shepard one last time before she turns away, hands shoved into her pockets and curled into angry fists. Like trying to hold on to it. ]
magical world
Parker brings a palm to her mouth, wipes the blood from her lip and then her nose against the back of her hand. Holds it there for a second longer. Can hear it, in the darker side of her brain. Feel it in the back of her throat. ]
Whatever.
[ Tired. Whiny like a kid that's been denied their toy. Looks at Shepard one last time before she turns away, hands shoved into her pockets and curled into angry fists. Like trying to hold on to it. ]