She quails at the voice, certain in her terrified mind that no one had heard the Phantom speak and lived to tell the tale. None that she had heard of before this. The words and their meaning almost do not register, only the voice.
And then a hand. The last thing she would have expected to see. She did not, could not expect help from such a hand if she had been in her right mind. As it was, she could do nothing but reach for it as if on automatic with her own hand. Her hand shaking as she reached forward. Not knowing what would happen when the two met. Would he disappear? Would she disappear too and never return to this life of hers? Would her hand just pass through him leaving only a cold feeling like they say ghosts do when they are nearby?
But no, the hand is solid enough and is such a surprise she doesn't withdraw her own hand.
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Date: 2016-05-12 02:46 am (UTC)And then a hand. The last thing she would have expected to see. She did not, could not expect help from such a hand if she had been in her right mind. As it was, she could do nothing but reach for it as if on automatic with her own hand. Her hand shaking as she reached forward. Not knowing what would happen when the two met. Would he disappear? Would she disappear too and never return to this life of hers? Would her hand just pass through him leaving only a cold feeling like they say ghosts do when they are nearby?
But no, the hand is solid enough and is such a surprise she doesn't withdraw her own hand.