[she's working, and Fever feels an incandescent rage rise up in her, clawing and choking and limbs trembling and then -
everything falls back into place. she walks not with fury but with dignity, with careful steps and her head held high. no fear. until she's standing in front of Malin's desk, and undoes her makeshift pocket. retrieves the button stitched eyes she brought with her, and holds them out in her burned, bloodstained hand. not with disdain, but in the same vein as her holding out a cup of coffee down for someone working after hours.]
Killing us won't stop us, Malin. The smart woman you are, you know that.
[calm. serene. ignoring that she's in large amounts of pain at the moment.
she's not actually going to let the woman take the eyes back.]
no subject
everything falls back into place. she walks not with fury but with dignity, with careful steps and her head held high. no fear. until she's standing in front of Malin's desk, and undoes her makeshift pocket. retrieves the button stitched eyes she brought with her, and holds them out in her burned, bloodstained hand. not with disdain, but in the same vein as her holding out a cup of coffee down for someone working after hours.]
Killing us won't stop us, Malin. The smart woman you are, you know that.
[calm. serene. ignoring that she's in large amounts of pain at the moment.
she's not actually going to let the woman take the eyes back.]