I mean, I guess I ain't really thought to try it without touchin'. But don't you feel that? Like, deep inside, you really wanna be touchin'?
[ Despite how it all sounds, there is absolutely no sense of implication or salaciousness in her voice. She really does mean just basic contact, in any way. It wouldn't surprise her if he says no -- very few of the other Summoned are sensitive enough to the Horizon and Singularity to pick up on these things. What the difference is between their own inclinations and the Singularity's gentle pull on their connections.
Julie has spent a year learning how to separate the two. At a greater magnitude, sure, but she knows it can be done. ]
What happened here? [ She focuses in on the huge wound, the one that's putting off the Singularity. Her hand feels hot from the warmth that surges into it. ] Are those teeth? Does this thing eat? [ She hopes not. It's not a thought she cares to picture, a wound acting as a mouth.
Glancing up, she looks at the wolf. It looks back at her, head tilted to one side. It's wearing a collar of pink crystals. ]
Mine? Uh, yes and no. It lives in its own domain most of the time, but it always comes when I call for it. Sticks with me when I'm alone and need help.
[ The stitch in her brow suggests she is having trouble verbalizing her relationship. With the wolf. ]
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[ Despite how it all sounds, there is absolutely no sense of implication or salaciousness in her voice. She really does mean just basic contact, in any way. It wouldn't surprise her if he says no -- very few of the other Summoned are sensitive enough to the Horizon and Singularity to pick up on these things. What the difference is between their own inclinations and the Singularity's gentle pull on their connections.
Julie has spent a year learning how to separate the two. At a greater magnitude, sure, but she knows it can be done. ]
What happened here? [ She focuses in on the huge wound, the one that's putting off the Singularity. Her hand feels hot from the warmth that surges into it. ] Are those teeth? Does this thing eat? [ She hopes not. It's not a thought she cares to picture, a wound acting as a mouth.
Glancing up, she looks at the wolf. It looks back at her, head tilted to one side. It's wearing a collar of pink crystals. ]
Mine? Uh, yes and no. It lives in its own domain most of the time, but it always comes when I call for it. Sticks with me when I'm alone and need help.
[ The stitch in her brow suggests she is having trouble verbalizing her relationship. With the wolf. ]