CurtailedAmbrosia
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(Phone post, please forgive mistakes!)
"I said-". Elise reaches out and grabs a loose fistful of his shirt, a clumsy effort with her frozen cold hand. She honestly tries to haul him back upstream-but he's way too big for her to move or haul off anywhere, and while she might've tried to pick a fist fight under normal circumstances, big or not- she just doesn't have it in her right now. He walks in the opposite direction without so much as a glance, and she could either let go and follow after, or fall flat on her face.
She opts for the latter and glares at him when he tells her to sit-before another sneeze, shivers increasingly violent.
No revolver, her rifle upstream and probably stuck in the mud somewhere, and freezing to death feet from her giant bounty-yep, God was a sadistic bastard, blasphemy be damned. She sits down and curls in a little after peeling off the soaked jacket, hugging herself and gripping her upper arms.
The white shirt was practically transparent and clung to her slight frame like a second skin, posing a distraction for any man with life in him. He comes back and drops down for her boots-and nearly gets a kick for his trouble.
She was a -mean- little thing, this bounty hunter.
"Are you c-crazy?". She's so cold and shiverinf the words lack any force or real bite, even as she recognizes the merit in it. She's freezing, and her water soaked clothing was not helping with that in the least.
He leaves, taking his gun belt, she notices. She's stuck. Plain stuck, and while he hadn't threatened to strangle her or made any violent moves-there's anxiety to it. She's never been on this side of things before, had always planned for every eventuality, been in control. And now here she is unarmed, powerless, and in the company of a bear of a man she had come out here to bring in.
She can't think straight-too cold. He'd gone off to find firewood, had been just as soaked. She's just no real threat right now, or maybe it was a good turn for another, she could have-and maybe should have? Let him drown.
But she'd been serious about his day in court, about justice.
Elise didn't bother trying to unbutton her shirt-she can't feel her fingers. She just pulled it over her head and dropped it, and with a suspicious glance towards the treeline-she slipped her pants over her hips and dropped those too, leaving her in her practical, cream colored corset and of all things-her empty gunbelt loose around her hips. It was a ridiculous look and she's quick to pull the blanket around her, swimming in it and shivering.
She'd warm up and -then- figure out what the hell to do, how to get ahead of this again.
"I said-". Elise reaches out and grabs a loose fistful of his shirt, a clumsy effort with her frozen cold hand. She honestly tries to haul him back upstream-but he's way too big for her to move or haul off anywhere, and while she might've tried to pick a fist fight under normal circumstances, big or not- she just doesn't have it in her right now. He walks in the opposite direction without so much as a glance, and she could either let go and follow after, or fall flat on her face.
She opts for the latter and glares at him when he tells her to sit-before another sneeze, shivers increasingly violent.
No revolver, her rifle upstream and probably stuck in the mud somewhere, and freezing to death feet from her giant bounty-yep, God was a sadistic bastard, blasphemy be damned. She sits down and curls in a little after peeling off the soaked jacket, hugging herself and gripping her upper arms.
The white shirt was practically transparent and clung to her slight frame like a second skin, posing a distraction for any man with life in him. He comes back and drops down for her boots-and nearly gets a kick for his trouble.
She was a -mean- little thing, this bounty hunter.
"Are you c-crazy?". She's so cold and shiverinf the words lack any force or real bite, even as she recognizes the merit in it. She's freezing, and her water soaked clothing was not helping with that in the least.
He leaves, taking his gun belt, she notices. She's stuck. Plain stuck, and while he hadn't threatened to strangle her or made any violent moves-there's anxiety to it. She's never been on this side of things before, had always planned for every eventuality, been in control. And now here she is unarmed, powerless, and in the company of a bear of a man she had come out here to bring in.
She can't think straight-too cold. He'd gone off to find firewood, had been just as soaked. She's just no real threat right now, or maybe it was a good turn for another, she could have-and maybe should have? Let him drown.
But she'd been serious about his day in court, about justice.
Elise didn't bother trying to unbutton her shirt-she can't feel her fingers. She just pulled it over her head and dropped it, and with a suspicious glance towards the treeline-she slipped her pants over her hips and dropped those too, leaving her in her practical, cream colored corset and of all things-her empty gunbelt loose around her hips. It was a ridiculous look and she's quick to pull the blanket around her, swimming in it and shivering.
She'd warm up and -then- figure out what the hell to do, how to get ahead of this again.