[ The moment before she notices his reflection alongside hers stretches out impossibly, her fear giving way to a tangle of half-thoughts which pull her in one distinct direction: ]
[ Fight. ]
[ Where the word came from she couldn't say, but its meaning is the only unambivalent thing in her head. Her red eyes narrow with pinpoint focus on the reflection, body taut like a piano wire half a turn from snapping -- ]
[ until she sees another face there, and most of her recoils, mentally clamping down enough to stop herself from the freefalling bloodbath that her instinct demands of her; but not fast enough, as it turns out, to keep from lashing out, which she does with a splayed hand striking the glass. That it's an act of revulsion rather than aggression keeps it from doing any physical damage which she'd later regret. ]
[ Yanking her herself around, she reels away from the reflection and, if he doesn't move or hold her back, will end with her face buried in his shoulder. ]
no subject
[ Fight. ]
[ Where the word came from she couldn't say, but its meaning is the only unambivalent thing in her head. Her red eyes narrow with pinpoint focus on the reflection, body taut like a piano wire half a turn from snapping -- ]
[ until she sees another face there, and most of her recoils, mentally clamping down enough to stop herself from the freefalling bloodbath that her instinct demands of her; but not fast enough, as it turns out, to keep from lashing out, which she does with a splayed hand striking the glass. That it's an act of revulsion rather than aggression keeps it from doing any physical damage which she'd later regret. ]
[ Yanking her herself around, she reels away from the reflection and, if he doesn't move or hold her back, will end with her face buried in his shoulder. ]