[This is what we call a Bad Situation, or Something that We Did Not See Coming, or This Can Only End in Tears (or Enough Awkwardness to Make One Prefer Tears)...and there are more, but moving on, it's not good. Bad. not good. Bad. Not good. Bad. You get the point.
The blind man finds himself with his back against the wall instead of his hands and he knows this is Angela, but before he knows that it is Angela the obvious, and rather uncomfortable, more natural realization is that this is a woman...pinning him to plaster like he needs to be shielded from the rest of the world. Or like she wants him all to herself.
And suddenly he has the flash image of the helpless prey on a spiderweb.
Excellent.
Excellent...not.
His hands by combination luck and instinct find her shoulders and try to put an arm's length distance between them.
Chase. Forgive him.]
Iiii don't think I'm the one you actually want.
[His tone is not patronizing, is not accommodating, but it maintains that expression that implies he cares, whether or not she's cursed...okay and it's tinged by some mild fear misgivings about the whole ordeal and how it's Definitely Not Over, but there you go. Win some, lose some, and so it continues.]
[a new face brings new change and a new way]
The blind man finds himself with his back against the wall instead of his hands and he knows this is Angela, but before he knows that it is Angela the obvious, and rather uncomfortable, more natural realization is that this is a woman...pinning him to plaster like he needs to be shielded from the rest of the world. Or like she wants him all to herself.
And suddenly he has the flash image of the helpless prey on a spiderweb.
Excellent.
Excellent...not.
His hands by combination luck and instinct find her shoulders and try to put an arm's length distance between them.
Chase. Forgive him.]
Iiii don't think I'm the one you actually want.
[His tone is not patronizing, is not accommodating, but it maintains that expression that implies he cares, whether or not she's cursed...okay and it's tinged by some mild
fearmisgivings about the whole ordeal and how it's Definitely Not Over, but there you go. Win some, lose some, and so it continues.]