[ bonnie's dna rebels against the rush of cold fear and the sudden lack of oxygen that this strange man seems to catalyze with his simple presence. bonnie herself feels a mix of hope and insult-- her fire has heretofore been unstoppable! it's a relief that she might not hurt more people.
but she doesn't like the idea that she may not be as powerful as she thinks. ]
What are you doing to me?
[ panic makes her step back as cullen advances. the hurricane of mixed feelings within her seems to promote the flames to stick to her skin, which chars and cracks in response. even as she talks to him, bonnie regards her hands, which seem to harden into a protective shell; her veins peek through like cracking magma spidering up toward her elbows, to her shoulders, and up along her collarbones. ]
no subject
but she doesn't like the idea that she may not be as powerful as she thinks. ]
What are you doing to me?
[ panic makes her step back as cullen advances. the hurricane of mixed feelings within her seems to promote the flames to stick to her skin, which chars and cracks in response. even as she talks to him, bonnie regards her hands, which seem to harden into a protective shell; her veins peek through like cracking magma spidering up toward her elbows, to her shoulders, and up along her collarbones. ]