[ her teeth scrape on ianthe's jaw. one little concession to the aggression that had nowhere else to go but grief. but as her back is pinned to the wall, she grunts, her attention slips. she redoubles it, journeying down ianthe's neck, too.
it's a movement made uncomfortable by alina's amplifiers. only slightly, but one of them starts to nudge at ianthe's chin, now. but alina's growing used to it. she doesn't flinch away, or get awkward about their impossible to ignore presence. they feel less like a barrier, now, or some intrusion, and more like an extension of herself. ]
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it's a movement made uncomfortable by alina's amplifiers. only slightly, but one of them starts to nudge at ianthe's chin, now. but alina's growing used to it. she doesn't flinch away, or get awkward about their impossible to ignore presence. they feel less like a barrier, now, or some intrusion, and more like an extension of herself. ]