Re: The Apartment: Eddie/Muerte
I'm sorry. [The apology came softly now that she didn't have to speak through the glass, her arm still outstretched toward him. The drop of his charm revealed something that made her hurt a little.] Please? [Her fingers curled in an attempt to draw him closer, like talking him down from a ledge (not that she wanted her thoughts to go in that direction at all).]
I've known too many strange things. [His next step brought him almost close enough to touch, and maybe there was still a little strangeness left in her, because the magic on him made her fingertips tingle, made her blink at him in surprise. She took a deep breath and mostly smelled the city, a little of the soap he used, the shampoo, but under it (way under it) was something else. Something that made her blink even as he kept talking. Even as her fingers finally brushed the fabric of his suit, the back of his hand, and that tingle intensified for just a second when skin met skin. Just a second, and then it faded again. Though she could still smell something...]
Come in? Tell me what's happened? [The words were almost difficult, catching in her throat. Something had happened...]