Iris Morgenstern (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} unsteady) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rooms, |
Re: Library: Ra's and Iris
[She needed to get away. It wasn't working, trying to talk herself around things. She'd never been good at that sort of thing, and she knew that it showed. But if she could get away...] I'm just feeling more... with the baby... [It wasn't a complete lie. It could maybe work.] Maybe if I went to go rest? [That brought an agreement from Abida, who had been watching the exchange silently and with wide eyes.
Iris may not have been watching him directly, gaze still on her hands and the book, but she did see the squaring of his shoulders, sensed the straightening of his spine. And her heart beat harder, an assault from inside. But even so, she managed to shake her head, though her words were broken and nearly silent when they came.] There's really no one. I don't write much to anyone at all. [She edged more toward the edge of her chair, even though she couldn't move much more without being off of the thing entirely. Every line of her was tense with the need to flee. And then a repeat:] I think I should go lie down. [And though it was hesitant, moving slowly as she expection the motion to draw him swooping down on her, she stood. And then, with only a glance over at him to gauge the distance again, began to step toward that door.]
[She needed to get away. It wasn't working, trying to talk herself around things. She'd never been good at that sort of thing, and she knew that it showed. But if she could get away...] I'm just feeling more... with the baby... [It wasn't a complete lie. It could maybe work.] Maybe if I went to go rest? [That brought an agreement from Abida, who had been watching the exchange silently and with wide eyes.
Iris may not have been watching him directly, gaze still on her hands and the book, but she did see the squaring of his shoulders, sensed the straightening of his spine. And her heart beat harder, an assault from inside. But even so, she managed to shake her head, though her words were broken and nearly silent when they came.] There's really no one. I don't write much to anyone at all. [She edged more toward the edge of her chair, even though she couldn't move much more without being off of the thing entirely. Every line of her was tense with the need to flee. And then a repeat:] I think I should go lie down. [And though it was hesitant, moving slowly as she expection the motion to draw him swooping down on her, she stood. And then, with only a glance over at him to gauge the distance again, began to step toward that door.]