( It's like someone stuffed her inside a sauna, except without the relaxation benefits. The smell of sunscreen is no longer just a familiar scent her mind writes off, but something stifling in its presence, turned up by heat and sweat and the sheer amount of reapplying she's had to do on her face. It's disgusting, really. Everything is, and she's biting down on the irritation with the same force she applies to ignoring the hunger that stirs from the sounds of nearby heartbeats and having not touched a drop of blood in days.
Understandably, Eva is doing about as well as Morgan in the "noticing things" portion of this day, and jumps a little as she's shoved, blinks herself back into the present and away from the multitude of things assaulting her senses.
It's all about acting the part. )
It's quite fine.
( She's just... got to ignore the hearts beating in her ears. )
no subject
Understandably, Eva is doing about as well as Morgan in the "noticing things" portion of this day, and jumps a little as she's shoved, blinks herself back into the present and away from the multitude of things assaulting her senses.
It's all about acting the part. )
It's quite fine.
( She's just... got to ignore the hearts beating in her ears. )
What's your name?