[under normal circumstances, anna would hold everything back. she would pull herself away and never let a single other person know that she is human and she needs to be loved (just like everybody else does). but here, with a lit cigarette in her hand, her entire body on top of someone who looks like a teenager, and her mind flooded with the strange magic of the snake den, it's feeling like an amazing time to be more honest with herself. her face, then, falls, and without realizing or meaning it, she is vulnerable.]
[her eye wide, her voice soft. her hand dangling with little smoke to show for it. it would make her feel weak or pathetic otherwise, but not now. not here.]
no subject
[her eye wide, her voice soft. her hand dangling with little smoke to show for it. it would make her feel weak or pathetic otherwise, but not now. not here.]
Do you mean it?
[she is not pleading. not yet.]