[ When she looks up at him, she's dragging one hand haphazardly over her mouth, wiping away the last ropy strands of bile to make it past her lips. The disturbance softens her because she recognizes him, even if only vaguely. A presence, more than a person.
Slowly, she reaches up to take the water from him with a look that's equal parts tired, grateful, and resigned. The presence of someone else reminds her just how trapped in this she is: she can't go back. Given what she left behind, she's not even sure she'd want to. Danger. Death.
While he makes himself at home in her presence, she sips from the canteen, swishing and swallowing. It's too thick to be normal water, but she doesn't question it. Maybe she just never knew what normal water tasted like. Maybe the Matrix— Better not get caught in that cycle. Skye shifts and turns to lower herself from a crouch to sit flat on the deck, resting her back against one of the railing poles and stretching out her legs.
Even stretching them still feels uncomfortable, like they're deliberately resisting any position that isn't curled up against her body. ]
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Slowly, she reaches up to take the water from him with a look that's equal parts tired, grateful, and resigned. The presence of someone else reminds her just how trapped in this she is: she can't go back. Given what she left behind, she's not even sure she'd want to. Danger. Death.
While he makes himself at home in her presence, she sips from the canteen, swishing and swallowing. It's too thick to be normal water, but she doesn't question it. Maybe she just never knew what normal water tasted like. Maybe the Matrix— Better not get caught in that cycle. Skye shifts and turns to lower herself from a crouch to sit flat on the deck, resting her back against one of the railing poles and stretching out her legs.
Even stretching them still feels uncomfortable, like they're deliberately resisting any position that isn't curled up against her body. ]
You mean it's not all like this?