[Carnival: Hannah & Zoe]
The anticipation zinged as, fingers hooked, Hannah tugged her again. Uncertainty danced as much as the colors on the costumes but she kept herself sewed up, unfathomably turned inside, unwilling to let go of her breath because she wasn't sure she'd be able to capture another.
This meant she was silent. Her lips pinned closed, her eyes still wide, or rather her pupils double their size as she sucked in the atmosphere through sight alone.
It wasn't fear that sizzled. It was definitely the lack of control that she found so difficult to surrender. She was, literally and figuratively, in the hands of Hannah. But Zoe tightened the grip, fingers climbing until their hands were palm to palm, fingers anchored. It was the only way she could express interest right now, express anything other than anxiety. And Zoe was interested, as much as she was disquieted.