[ She wants to just keep leaning into it - because she'll never not crave closeness, affection. The way even if he wasn't sure, he gave her both so thoughtlessly and the way she responds so happily to it.
But he pulls back that little bit and she blinks like she's coming out of a daze, the tip of a question that has nothing to do with Ilde, with what they should do. Presses her lips together, wetting them where her mouth feels dry and her head feels dizzy. Suddenly there is too many people, here, for something she isn't sure she wants anyone to witness, something all theirs and she doesn't know what that means at all.
Just that the world crashes in like one of her illusions separating. ]
Come on - it's, just down the street a little.
[ Her voice is, soft, dry almost. Like she's swallowing something nervous down. The colour in her cheeks. She's shakey, somehow, a heat that's curled so low and spreading in her that she doesn't think it's the drink somehow. ]
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But he pulls back that little bit and she blinks like she's coming out of a daze, the tip of a question that has nothing to do with Ilde, with what they should do. Presses her lips together, wetting them where her mouth feels dry and her head feels dizzy. Suddenly there is too many people, here, for something she isn't sure she wants anyone to witness, something all theirs and she doesn't know what that means at all.
Just that the world crashes in like one of her illusions separating. ]
Come on - it's, just down the street a little.
[ Her voice is, soft, dry almost. Like she's swallowing something nervous down. The colour in her cheeks. She's shakey, somehow, a heat that's curled so low and spreading in her that she doesn't think it's the drink somehow. ]