She barely even registers the strange iridescent rot of Wonderland around them. In fact, the only thing she really notices about their surroundings is how quiet it is now. No static, no distortion, no music or breathing or heartbeats--
No, wait, there is some breathing and heartbeating. Hers? Obviously hers, right? She can feel her heart in her chest like the quick wings of a hummingbird, and she finds the space to be a little embarrassed that Mista could hear it so loudly as they were leaving. It's so intense it's like she's flustering for two.
Wait. As they were leaving. They... They left. They left! Her shoulders slump in his grasp with some relief, and she lets out a breath that's almost a laugh, somewhat disbelieving. It calms her racing pulse, just a little, but her face still feels awfully hot, and her knuckles burn where she remembers the touch of his lips.] We did it!
[She rolls her shoulder a little, the side where she can feel the presence of Mista's injury. Finally, she breaks from his gaze, but only for a moment--only to look down as her opposite hand rubs over her forearm, marveling at her new awareness. Even though she's more than used to magic by now, she's never had this kind of connection before, and it's... Well, she's worried about his injuries. But somehow, this expansion of her senses is comforting.
Slowly, her hand finds its way up past her torn neck ruff, and stops short of touching the scratches dug deep into her skin.
She can't hope to untangle everything in her mind right now, but she's sure of one thing as she looks back up to Mista with an unusually subdued smile. (Is he blushing? Is that her fault?)] This'd be a lot nicer if we weren't here. [She should probably stop talking, for a few good reasons, pertaining to her injuries and otherwise. She doesn't.] But it's still nice.
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She barely even registers the strange iridescent rot of Wonderland around them. In fact, the only thing she really notices about their surroundings is how quiet it is now. No static, no distortion, no music or breathing or heartbeats--
No, wait, there is some breathing and heartbeating. Hers? Obviously hers, right? She can feel her heart in her chest like the quick wings of a hummingbird, and she finds the space to be a little embarrassed that Mista could hear it so loudly as they were leaving. It's so intense it's like she's flustering for two.
Wait. As they were leaving. They... They left. They left! Her shoulders slump in his grasp with some relief, and she lets out a breath that's almost a laugh, somewhat disbelieving. It calms her racing pulse, just a little, but her face still feels awfully hot, and her knuckles burn where she remembers the touch of his lips.] We did it!
[She rolls her shoulder a little, the side where she can feel the presence of Mista's injury. Finally, she breaks from his gaze, but only for a moment--only to look down as her opposite hand rubs over her forearm, marveling at her new awareness. Even though she's more than used to magic by now, she's never had this kind of connection before, and it's... Well, she's worried about his injuries. But somehow, this expansion of her senses is comforting.
Slowly, her hand finds its way up past her torn neck ruff, and stops short of touching the scratches dug deep into her skin.
She can't hope to untangle everything in her mind right now, but she's sure of one thing as she looks back up to Mista with an unusually subdued smile. (Is he blushing? Is that her fault?)] This'd be a lot nicer if we weren't here. [She should probably stop talking, for a few good reasons, pertaining to her injuries and otherwise. She doesn't.] But it's still nice.