[ The muscles beneath her fingers flutter slightly, tensing and untensing—not exactly ticklish, but sensitive to such light, gentle touch. ]

Snakes look cool, that was kinda a lot of it, but— you corner a snake, provoke it, don’t respect it’s space and it’ll fuckin’ defend itself, y’know? I kinda respect that.

[ …maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised that her soul was a snake for different reasons than she was at the time, actually. ]