[ ...or. you know. olivia could actually just die.
right there, where she stands, because the amount of blood rushing to her face coupled with the speed with which it does so is surely not healthy, nor humanly possible, yet there it goes, defying all laws of human biology, but it does, at the very least, offer another sight to gawk at other than her very seemingly naked paramour.
there are two full seconds in which all olivia can do is stare — wide-eyed and comical, with an expression that is both full of horror and grim resignation. because of course, of course, and also why gods couldn't she have just done audio instead?
two full seconds for her mind to simultaneously grind to a halt and kickstart in panic. two full seconds for the blood to drain from her face then come surging back. two full seconds for what little respect her future daughter might have had for her go slipping away into the abyss... never to be seen again.
because the magitek is what it is, there is no violent hanging up, no frantic tossing of any devices. there is, instead, a small dancer shrieking at the top of her lungs: ]
I'M SORRY WRONG PERSON GOODBYE!!
[ and the subsequent cancelling of the call with a hasty command of her mind. ]
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right there, where she stands, because the amount of blood rushing to her face coupled with the speed with which it does so is surely not healthy, nor humanly possible, yet there it goes, defying all laws of human biology, but it does, at the very least, offer another sight to gawk at other than her very seemingly naked paramour.
there are two full seconds in which all olivia can do is stare — wide-eyed and comical, with an expression that is both full of horror and grim resignation. because of course, of course, and also why gods couldn't she have just done audio instead?
two full seconds for her mind to simultaneously grind to a halt and kickstart in panic. two full seconds for the blood to drain from her face then come surging back. two full seconds for what little respect her future daughter might have had for her go slipping away into the abyss... never to be seen again.
because the magitek is what it is, there is no violent hanging up, no frantic tossing of any devices. there is, instead, a small dancer shrieking at the top of her lungs: ]
I'M SORRY WRONG PERSON GOODBYE!!
[ and the subsequent cancelling of the call with a hasty command of her mind. ]