The mirror hasn't deserved a beating as much as some other people I know.
[ Meaning, basically, that Alexa understands how this side of her which the mirror is showing isn't worth less than the rougher, more hard-boiled persona she carries with her at all times. Like a mask. Like a fucking facade, but integral. Fundamental to her image of herself.
Nevertheless, it makes her relax a little, the way he may question her, but doesn't come closer, doesn't invade her intimate sphere which, when it comes to men, counts for a really broad radius, yeah. Alexa purses her lips and looks at him. Most men provoke the hell out of her just by existing in her near vicinity, but this one doesn't... well, not to the same degree, she still feels like telling him not to demand action from her when he's just fucking standing there himself, but at the same time she's also wondering whether she should be the bigger person here, huh, and introduce herself first? Does she even want him to know her name?
Like, shit, in this place, can she afford not to have people know her? In these kind of surroundings keeping to yourself seems like certain death, to be honest. We're talking basic horror flick vibes here. ]
Shit, big guy, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. [ The ghost of a crooked smile, though she still looks slightly cautious. She doesn't hold out her hand or anything, it's just an sentence add-on. ] I'm Alexa, by the way.
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[ Meaning, basically, that Alexa understands how this side of her which the mirror is showing isn't worth less than the rougher, more hard-boiled persona she carries with her at all times. Like a mask. Like a fucking facade, but integral. Fundamental to her image of herself.
Nevertheless, it makes her relax a little, the way he may question her, but doesn't come closer, doesn't invade her intimate sphere which, when it comes to men, counts for a really broad radius, yeah. Alexa purses her lips and looks at him. Most men provoke the hell out of her just by existing in her near vicinity, but this one doesn't... well, not to the same degree, she still feels like telling him not to demand action from her when he's just fucking standing there himself, but at the same time she's also wondering whether she should be the bigger person here, huh, and introduce herself first? Does she even want him to know her name?
Like, shit, in this place, can she afford not to have people know her? In these kind of surroundings keeping to yourself seems like certain death, to be honest. We're talking basic horror flick vibes here. ]
Shit, big guy, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. [ The ghost of a crooked smile, though she still looks slightly cautious. She doesn't hold out her hand or anything, it's just an sentence add-on. ] I'm Alexa, by the way.