it's not the first time she's fallen! not in the least, but she's used to bracing herself for these predictable hurts, always quick to pick herself back up immediately after and to dust herself off so that the people that see her, too, brush her off. showing weakness is something she's learned to hide over the years. this place, she thinks, makes that necessary. so the fact that he's suddenly there -- the effortless sturdiness of him, the solid and thoughtless strength in sephiroth's arms when he carries her -- it takes her back a little, and she feels more floored than if she had actually landed anywhere harder. ]
Ah.
[ that's new, she feels like she's about to say, not sure if she means it in a good way or bad. her throat's a little dry and her body's winded, but that's probably from the fall. ]
Nope, I'm all good here.
[ that comes out... a little softer. maybe from the shock; maybe she's shy. either way, they're things she's never really felt around him, which makes them new and incredibly difficult to react appropriately to without the context of the ordinary. but it's one thing to look at him, and talk to him, and realize there must be a change -- and another thing entirely to feel it, the physical fluency of him, and to acknowledge that it's real and not just her imagination. ]
Thank you, my hero!
[ but she's... okay, maybe too obviously restless, straightening herself with his arm supporting her back, her hand fisting thoughtlessly in the fabric of her dress as she stands properly, leans into his space and looks up at him.
too tall, almost. the distance there has grown too. ]
That was pretty neat. If you're gonna be that fast when we race here in a bit, I might actually be in trouble.
it's got the right kind of panic energy????
it's not the first time she's fallen! not in the least, but she's used to bracing herself for these predictable hurts, always quick to pick herself back up immediately after and to dust herself off so that the people that see her, too, brush her off. showing weakness is something she's learned to hide over the years. this place, she thinks, makes that necessary. so the fact that he's suddenly there -- the effortless sturdiness of him, the solid and thoughtless strength in sephiroth's arms when he carries her -- it takes her back a little, and she feels more floored than if she had actually landed anywhere harder. ]
Ah.
[ that's new, she feels like she's about to say, not sure if she means it in a good way or bad. her throat's a little dry and her body's winded, but that's probably from the fall. ]
Nope, I'm all good here.
[ that comes out... a little softer. maybe from the shock; maybe she's shy. either way, they're things she's never really felt around him, which makes them new and incredibly difficult to react appropriately to without the context of the ordinary. but it's one thing to look at him, and talk to him, and realize there must be a change -- and another thing entirely to feel it, the physical fluency of him, and to acknowledge that it's real and not just her imagination. ]
Thank you, my hero!
[ but she's... okay, maybe too obviously restless, straightening herself with his arm supporting her back, her hand fisting thoughtlessly in the fabric of her dress as she stands properly, leans into his space and looks up at him.
too tall, almost. the distance there has grown too. ]
That was pretty neat. If you're gonna be that fast when we race here in a bit, I might actually be in trouble.