Re: [Diner: Atticus & Hazel] (2)
"...shit." She trembled, running her hands through thick hair. What the fuck?
Oh.
"Atticus---Atticus, hey." She crouched down beside the man, her hands careful to not touch skin, to feel warmth, to feel at all. She shook at his arm. Angry she couldn't give back, that her magic was so fickle. She was angry that hunger was an all consuming selfish thing, because in this instance it wouldn't answer. It was sated. It didn't give. So she shook. "Hey, hey come on."