{no. The handling causes instincts deep inside her to stir, warning tendrils that someone's touching her and no one should be touching her, that's a bad thing, always a bad thing and -
and even that doesn't seem as important as staying black and muffled. It fades in importance in fact when there's no pain or invasion following and, strange foreign almost-skin against her skin or not, it's still a surprisingly comforting position she finds herself settled into, the closest to an embrace of any kind she's had in a very long time. She'd claim she wasn't starved for even something that pathetic - but it doesn't stop the way her body tucks closer in conscienceless need, too deeply sunk in herself to lie.
She does feel the sun though, smattered and transient as he carries her and something inside knows that that's wrong somehow. There shouldn't be sunlight buried away forever under the frozen ground the way she is. The whispered hints of it across the small portions of her exposed skin lure her though, like a siren's song and, buried deep, a part of her rouses, curious but still not sure the darkness is worth giving up.}
you're a rebel without a clause - nyuk nyuck
and even that doesn't seem as important as staying black and muffled. It fades in importance in fact when there's no pain or invasion following and, strange foreign almost-skin against her skin or not, it's still a surprisingly comforting position she finds herself settled into, the closest to an embrace of any kind she's had in a very long time. She'd claim she wasn't starved for even something that pathetic - but it doesn't stop the way her body tucks closer in conscienceless need, too deeply sunk in herself to lie.
She does feel the sun though, smattered and transient as he carries her and something inside knows that that's wrong somehow. There shouldn't be sunlight buried away forever under the frozen ground the way she is. The whispered hints of it across the small portions of her exposed skin lure her though, like a siren's song and, buried deep, a part of her rouses, curious but still not sure the darkness is worth giving up.}