Her hand closes into a fist, an instinctive gesture to stop herself from reaching out for his chest. Processing his words doesn't come easy: her eyes widen, her mouth drops open, and she flounders for words, surprise slackening her features. Surprise turns readily to fearful concern, though, as all the ramifications of that truly sink in. ]
Rumplestiltskin has your heart.
[ She repeats it for confirmation, taking one half-step back, away from him. ]
I don't understand. [ She raises a hand between them palm up, fingers splayed, hold on a minute. ] When did this happen? [ And then comes the defensiveness. She bristles, realizing fully what being without his heart means. How much wasn't real? ]
no subject
Her hand closes into a fist, an instinctive gesture to stop herself from reaching out for his chest. Processing his words doesn't come easy: her eyes widen, her mouth drops open, and she flounders for words, surprise slackening her features. Surprise turns readily to fearful concern, though, as all the ramifications of that truly sink in. ]
Rumplestiltskin has your heart.
[ She repeats it for confirmation, taking one half-step back, away from him. ]
I don't understand. [ She raises a hand between them palm up, fingers splayed, hold on a minute. ] When did this happen? [ And then comes the defensiveness. She bristles, realizing fully what being without his heart means. How much wasn't real? ]