[ He stops only when she grabs his hair, and his head follows her hand with only enough resistance to keep the sensation of it being tugged. The flush never quite left his face but it still manages to return the a vengeance, and the laughter comes slower, more breathless. ]
Woe is me, at the mercy of the great and terrible Sypha! Whatever will happen to me-?
[ This time, he’s cut off by the third bite, by the sting of it combined with the knowledge that it’s coming from the last person who would ever hurt anyone. It’s the dissonance there that gets to him, making it feel like this situation must be perfectly under control, that nothing could possibly happen unless Sypha willed it. ]
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[ He stops only when she grabs his hair, and his head follows her hand with only enough resistance to keep the sensation of it being tugged. The flush never quite left his face but it still manages to return the a vengeance, and the laughter comes slower, more breathless. ]
Woe is me, at the mercy of the great and terrible Sypha! Whatever will happen to me-?
[ This time, he’s cut off by the third bite, by the sting of it combined with the knowledge that it’s coming from the last person who would ever hurt anyone. It’s the dissonance there that gets to him, making it feel like this situation must be perfectly under control, that nothing could possibly happen unless Sypha willed it. ]