♥ v2

[screwthatnoise]

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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Comments

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

The hand is very sharp—and downright frigid where you grab it.

"Ohhh? That's all really boring!"

Both hands attempt to jerk your feet from underneath you.

Re: outside

[antreegonist]

*h-hisses -- he probably jerked back hard in the opposite direction at the same moment*

Re: outside

[brotagonist]

[STUMBLES BUT GETS HIS BALANCE AGAIN]

What the hell?!

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

The hands disappear conveniently.

"I have the power to mess with you, so I am doing so!"

Re: outside

[antreegonist]

*. . .

closes his fist on whatever new injury is on his hand and just, keeps walking, toward the stairs*

Re: outside

[brotagonist]

Fine then.

[yeah, climbing the stairs is still a thing]

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

The stairs creak, but they hold you. Impressive job well done for those really old stairs.

The door to the library is open.