[ "I've been trying for so long to get to you," sounds so incredibly stupid now that she cannot allow herself to confess it. what could have stopped her, after all? nothing. here she is.
but the rawness of the journey it took to get here, that's still fresh. so is the sheer overwhelm of this city so like and so unlike her own. instead of saying anything at all, for now, she turns her body in the cramped quarters of the car, feet jostling the suitcases—cannot believe that he brought his own luggage just to complete the act—and tucks her face down against his sternum, beneath his chin. she could never do this in her own body. her horns would get in the way. cut. ]
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but the rawness of the journey it took to get here, that's still fresh. so is the sheer overwhelm of this city so like and so unlike her own. instead of saying anything at all, for now, she turns her body in the cramped quarters of the car, feet jostling the suitcases—cannot believe that he brought his own luggage just to complete the act—and tucks her face down against his sternum, beneath his chin. she could never do this in her own body. her horns would get in the way. cut. ]