[ She looks like a half-drowned rat on his doorstep — all that platinum blonde gone dirty with muck (is that blood), roots showing and face pale, her cheeks more sunken than usual. There's a drawn, desperate quality to Polly's expression, the likes of which Barry's never seen on her before. If he's amazed, if it's struck or compelled, he'd better get a good long look now because this may be the only time he gets to see it.
Her brow — so often pressed down low over her eyes in a sneer — lifts when Barry opens the door and it makes Polly look young and relieved but also frightened. (Another sentiment he's never seen before.) One hand twitches anxiously around the bloodied sleeve of her arm and then Polly comes inside, leaving a small trail of puddles and bloodspatter in her wake.
The first thing she does is kiss him, long but somehow meager, her mouth pinched in wince against his, teeth nipping from behind other teeth. ] Bit off more'n I could fuckin' chew, [ Polly mutters and then kisses him again (more briefly this time) before moving off into the kitchen to open drawers and shut cupboards, muttering needle, thread; needle, thread to herself the entire time. ]
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Her brow — so often pressed down low over her eyes in a sneer — lifts when Barry opens the door and it makes Polly look young and relieved but also frightened. (Another sentiment he's never seen before.) One hand twitches anxiously around the bloodied sleeve of her arm and then Polly comes inside, leaving a small trail of puddles and bloodspatter in her wake.
The first thing she does is kiss him, long but somehow meager, her mouth pinched in wince against his, teeth nipping from behind other teeth. ] Bit off more'n I could fuckin' chew, [ Polly mutters and then kisses him again (more briefly this time) before moving off into the kitchen to open drawers and shut cupboards, muttering needle, thread; needle, thread to herself the entire time. ]