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feel it all around
Thane takes her hand and pulls her up from her sulky, observer chair. Chaos. He feels a small smile come to his lips. He enjoys watching her. Maybe too much. She waves her arms. Her hair is free. It has escaped its bounds and is bouncing around her sweat sheen face, occasionally sticking. There is anger in her. It tears at him too. He touches her again. Steadies her, guides her. Let go. Breathe. Shepard meets his eyes, his black insuperable eyes and slows down, though her heart is racing faster. She feels the moves, her feet twisting and the flicks of her wrists. He shouldn’t touch her. He really shouldn’t.
Thane takes her hand and pulls her up from her sulky, observer chair. Chaos. He feels a small smile come to his lips. He enjoys watching her. Maybe too much. She waves her arms. Her hair is free. It has escaped its bounds and is bouncing around her sweat sheen face, occasionally sticking. There is anger in her. It tears at him too. He touches her again. Steadies her, guides her. Let go. Breathe. Shepard meets his eyes, his black insuperable eyes and slows down, though her heart is racing faster. She feels the moves, her feet twisting and the flicks of her wrists. He shouldn’t touch her. He really shouldn’t.