"Hm, dunno. I might talk your ear off about something horrendous- way beyond the pale. You'd be surprised how quickly reciting from a flight manual puts people to sleep. After all this— you could probably use it. God knows you haven't touched that couch." Ripley teases, a half-smirk playing naturally across her face.
Not to mention how she beams inwardly at having earned a laugh— anything to crack misery into manageable pieces.
...She really ought to move her hand now. It serves no real purpose where it rests against CT's neck, other than to enjoy her pulse. She's grateful to see her in one piece, that's all. Watched tomahawk strike ribcage once, twice— and couldn't so much as grip her chair arms in her trance. Like torture.
It's no wonder, then, that Ripley can't seem to scrape her eyes away from CT's features, confirming again and again that she's real and not some demon's figment. A thing to be taken away when she least expects it, created solely to hurt her.
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"Hm, dunno. I might talk your ear off about something horrendous- way beyond the pale. You'd be surprised how quickly reciting from a flight manual puts people to sleep. After all this— you could probably use it. God knows you haven't touched that couch." Ripley teases, a half-smirk playing naturally across her face.
Not to mention how she beams inwardly at having earned a laugh— anything to crack misery into manageable pieces.
...She really ought to move her hand now. It serves no real purpose where it rests against CT's neck, other than to enjoy her pulse. She's grateful to see her in one piece, that's all. Watched tomahawk strike ribcage once, twice— and couldn't so much as grip her chair arms in her trance. Like torture.
It's no wonder, then, that Ripley can't seem to scrape her eyes away from CT's features, confirming again and again that she's real and not some demon's figment. A thing to be taken away when she least expects it, created solely to hurt her.