[Julian does make a sound - a muffled yelp as the chilled arms encircling him, so slim and pale and strangely strong. There's something about her touch that makes his blood run cold, makes his body freeze up, and he shivers at her beautiful, awful laugh, the tenor and melody of her voice, even her inflections - so familiar and intimate to him.
He thinks Ali and knows instinctively who he's dealing with, what he's dealing with. Mortis. He chokes, just a small, awful sound from the back of his throat at the pressure on his chest, the telling tightness of it.
His only thought is getting her off of him at that moment. His eyes glow despite her teasing death and he lets out a blast, throwing Lois far and fast and hard away with him. He gets up and turns to face her, his injuries forgotten in the adrenaline of the moment, his lips twisted as his hands glow with power.]
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He thinks Ali and knows instinctively who he's dealing with, what he's dealing with. Mortis. He chokes, just a small, awful sound from the back of his throat at the pressure on his chest, the telling tightness of it.
His only thought is getting her off of him at that moment. His eyes glow despite her teasing death and he lets out a blast, throwing Lois far and fast and hard away with him. He gets up and turns to face her, his injuries forgotten in the adrenaline of the moment, his lips twisted as his hands glow with power.]
Oh sweetheart, I could take you there.