[ The more Owen talks, the harder it is to hold back. It's harder to breathe now, their throat tight and head pounding. Mira's eyes flash gold and heat, the kind of heat that pushes them further back from the edge of their control of their own body.
He sounds faraway, muffled, and Mira whirls around, away from Owen. Pressing a hand over their eyes, they manage to choke out-- ]
Shut up. [ They look over their shoulder, grey eyes turned gold, because he's a threat, you need to get rid of him before it's too late-- ] Leave me alone!
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He sounds faraway, muffled, and Mira whirls around, away from Owen. Pressing a hand over their eyes, they manage to choke out-- ]
Shut up. [ They look over their shoulder, grey eyes turned gold, because he's a threat, you need to get rid of him before it's too late-- ] Leave me alone!