( a low, steady voice breaks the silence. human rather than the distorted crackle of the helmet.
it draws closer. then there's fingers ㅡ fabric rather than flesh ㅡ wrapping around her wrist, pulling her hand away from her eyes so he can properly access her. )
Colour's looking better. Still too pale, but less like a corpse.
no subject
( a low, steady voice breaks the silence. human rather than the distorted crackle of the helmet.
it draws closer. then there's fingers ㅡ fabric rather than flesh ㅡ wrapping around her wrist, pulling her hand away from her eyes so he can properly access her. )
Colour's looking better. Still too pale, but less like a corpse.