Ella Claire Gainsborough {Beauty} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bookshelved) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
It took her a good five minutes to fight past the fear that had her pinned to the wall, to push it down enough for the vines to subside completely. Then, very slowly, she took one step toward him, then another, then another. She did it all with the air of an small animal that would be startled at the smallest movement, and she smelled of fear, even over the roses and greenery. She did not stop until she'd reached him, and then she dropped to her knees is front of him in a swirl of graceful skirts, the vines dissolving for her. "Please," she said softly, reaching out a a trembling hand. "You're hurt."