[ Her eyes are shut and her fingers locked with Ilde's and she sits so very, very still, because she wants it is so - and it's the wanting that scares her so. Because she is so empty of sunlight, she knows, so desperate to grasp for it.
But she finds as then, she knows not what to do with herself. Feels her breath speeding up, the quick rise and fall of her chest. The prickle she can feel in the back of her throat. The flowers of the day dream pick up on a breeze that is the unsurety of herself. Twisting about in the haze of it all.
It's no rejection, far from it, it's simply to be overwhelmed and she doesn't know what to do with herself even slightly. To push back even a little, to pull away - how, how to do this? ]
(How... how do I kiss you?)
[ Let her have this again, please, as often as she may. She is so addicted to touch, it feels all the empty hollows that eridium left. Addicted to the light the hive gives her on her otherwise dead skin and Ilde is warm, so warm and she just - she makes a noise, soft and quiet and it's thought and caught in her throat without form. It's so, so much. ]
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But she finds as then, she knows not what to do with herself. Feels her breath speeding up, the quick rise and fall of her chest. The prickle she can feel in the back of her throat. The flowers of the day dream pick up on a breeze that is the unsurety of herself. Twisting about in the haze of it all.
It's no rejection, far from it, it's simply to be overwhelmed and she doesn't know what to do with herself even slightly. To push back even a little, to pull away - how, how to do this? ]
( How... how do I kiss you? )
[ Let her have this again, please, as often as she may. She is so addicted to touch, it feels all the empty hollows that eridium left. Addicted to the light the hive gives her on her otherwise dead skin and Ilde is warm, so warm and she just - she makes a noise, soft and quiet and it's thought and caught in her throat without form. It's so, so much. ]