[She expected more shouting, more breaking things, more of the seemingly usual ways Kylo expresses anger. Not this.
He steps forward too suddenly for her to react, and before she knows it, his hand is on her throat. Leia's eyes go wide, and her breath catches in her throat--out of surprise and the pressure he's applying. Her hands immediately go to his wrist, in an attempt to pull his hand off of her, and with that, a layer of frost spreads up his sleeve.
She tries to keep her feet touching the ground, enough so she's at least somewhat able to walk rather than be fully dragged. Because she's trying to do anything she can to lessen that pressure on her neck. The trembling in his grip and the stricken edge to his expression are lost on Leia, for the moment, as she's far too focused on attempting to get him to let go and relieve pressure on her throat.]
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He steps forward too suddenly for her to react, and before she knows it, his hand is on her throat. Leia's eyes go wide, and her breath catches in her throat--out of surprise and the pressure he's applying. Her hands immediately go to his wrist, in an attempt to pull his hand off of her, and with that, a layer of frost spreads up his sleeve.
She tries to keep her feet touching the ground, enough so she's at least somewhat able to walk rather than be fully dragged. Because she's trying to do anything she can to lessen that pressure on her neck. The trembling in his grip and the stricken edge to his expression are lost on Leia, for the moment, as she's far too focused on attempting to get him to let go and relieve pressure on her throat.]