[ Allison says it before she can stop herself, and half because if it were one of her siblings she'd never have even thought to. But then her family has probably any number of thoughts about her vanity, especially Klaus who's somehow decided to make her his suzy homemaker scapegoat, and maybe others. But she doesn't think any of them, at all, believe in sin any more than God or Angels.
He holds out a his-hand for hers, trying not to be really weirded out by the juxtaposition. Breathe. She'd been through truly horrific things. This was just waiting out weird.]
I'm surprised someone else here hasn't explained the Mental Network to you yet. I probably should've the first day. Sorry about that. [ She's hypocrtical, but what else is new. Allison blinks a little and settles for doing the thing she hasn't had to in days (which hasn't quite meant she's given up saying a thing of two to Luther, across rooms and through walls, with it, even now that she can talk)
Without looking away from her own delicate thin fingers and shaped nails sitting in her not-own too-large hand, she types a message in her thoughts, watching it form at the edge of her own vision, chooses the cold, clear letters that are all she's had for months, and hits send once the message is complete. Waiting for it to appear in his own vision, just a little down and one the side from looking forward. ]
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[ Allison says it before she can stop herself, and half because if it were one of her siblings she'd never have even thought to. But then her family has probably any number of thoughts about her vanity, especially Klaus who's somehow decided to make her his suzy homemaker scapegoat, and maybe others. But she doesn't think any of them, at all, believe in sin any more than God or Angels.
He holds out a his-hand for hers, trying not to be really weirded out by the juxtaposition.
Breathe. She'd been through truly horrific things. This was just waiting out weird. ]
I'm surprised someone else here hasn't explained the Mental Network to you yet. I probably should've the first day. Sorry about that. [ She's hypocrtical, but what else is new. Allison blinks a little and settles for doing the thing she hasn't had to in days (which hasn't quite meant she's given up saying a thing of two to Luther, across rooms and through walls, with it, even now that she can talk)
Without looking away from her own delicate thin fingers and shaped nails sitting in her not-own too-large hand, she types a message in her thoughts, watching it form at the edge of her own vision, chooses the cold, clear letters that are all she's had for months, and hits send once the message is complete. Waiting for it to appear in his own vision, just a little down and one the side from looking forward. ]