[She believes him, despite everything, she believes him. She asks him, much more plainly, if he wants to see this side of her. She's not worried of his answer, if he'll say no or yes. When he agrees, when he says that he wants to see it, she feels that moment of relief.
It doesn't take much. The close proximity of Isaac, the warmth of his body. He's practically a beacon for the darker urges that she keeps at bay. Her the color of her irises flash with the brilliant golden and dark hints of brown as the veins beneath her eyes start to draw blood upward. It darkens the whites of her eyes, floods them with darkness. Her lips part and she shows him the sharper fangs that drop seem to elongate from nowhere. It's so different from the wolf, from the complete transformation she makes. This is simply just a change, something subtle that can easily be kept to herself.]
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It doesn't take much. The close proximity of Isaac, the warmth of his body. He's practically a beacon for the darker urges that she keeps at bay. Her the color of her irises flash with the brilliant golden and dark hints of brown as the veins beneath her eyes start to draw blood upward. It darkens the whites of her eyes, floods them with darkness. Her lips part and she shows him the sharper fangs that drop seem to elongate from nowhere. It's so different from the wolf, from the complete transformation she makes. This is simply just a change, something subtle that can easily be kept to herself.]