[ The throw hadn’t been enough to injure her, but it had knocked the wind out of Vanessa enough for her to be too slow to get up and reach them in time. In time for what, God only knows, but the girl’s hands close around Constantine’s neck before she can attempt another intervention, and the vision is enough to drop her limp to the ground without a sound.
Only for a moment, and then she’s blinking through tears at the blurred reflection of a store’s display case in the distance. One hand goes to her throat, as if needing to be sure there’s nothing there, before straining to look over at the woman sprawled beside her. No hands on her, either. Only a mannequin.
Silently, she pushes up onto her knees to move and yank the offending thing away from Constantine. Whatever she’s just heard or seen, her expression bears mostly weariness and then a little sadness. Judgment is absent as it ever is. ]
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Only for a moment, and then she’s blinking through tears at the blurred reflection of a store’s display case in the distance. One hand goes to her throat, as if needing to be sure there’s nothing there, before straining to look over at the woman sprawled beside her. No hands on her, either. Only a mannequin.
Silently, she pushes up onto her knees to move and yank the offending thing away from Constantine. Whatever she’s just heard or seen, her expression bears mostly weariness and then a little sadness. Judgment is absent as it ever is. ]