Re: Washington Heights: Helena W/Selina K
[She didn't notice the movement of hand to pocket. She blinked instead, tried to recognize the face, but it changed. It cycled.]
Wait.
[It was an order, despite the whisper hoarseness of it. It was a command for the face to stop. Stop changing, just for a minute. Stop. She didn't like this party anymore. She wanted sleep, and she wanted to stop shivering, shoulders jerking so much that it was hard to stare at the girl (okay, yes, a girl) in front of her. Black and dots in the sclera and the green of her eyes almost gone.]
Helena?
[She reached for the girl's face, to touch, fingers trembling and no attempt at attack. Her nails were blood, palms too, wrists. Dirt, red-gone-gore grey, bird-bone thin.]