[If she doesn't think too hard about it, she won't have to actually acknowledge what just happened. She knows, objectively, what happened, of course; She'd been chroma-drained, and Rohan found her, and Rohan kissed her, and now she feels warm again instead of the bitter cold she'd been before. The crystal formations budding beneath her skin have begun to recede; she doesn't feel as stiff and aching as she used to, and moving seems easier now, less weighted-down.
If she doesn't think about the rest of it, then she doesn't have to take it into consideration. She doesn't have to feel guilty, or selfish, or ashamed. She can just float on the dreamy half-conscious sensation that chases after moonlacing like an afterglow.
Rohan says something, and it takes a second to register that he was talking to her. It's another after that before she realizes that he sounds scared — not scared like a normal person gets scared, but scared the way that only Rohan does, where scared isn't synonymous so much with afraid as it is with vulnerable, where he steps down off his high lofty pillar and disappears among all the normal people for a while.]
Yeah...I don't feel as bad anymore...
[It's nice, feeling his forehead against hers, a softer glow of chroma exchange warming from it than his kisses had been. It's nice to whisper things into the slim space left between their lips, like every word is a secret.]
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If she doesn't think about the rest of it, then she doesn't have to take it into consideration. She doesn't have to feel guilty, or selfish, or ashamed. She can just float on the dreamy half-conscious sensation that chases after moonlacing like an afterglow.
Rohan says something, and it takes a second to register that he was talking to her. It's another after that before she realizes that he sounds scared — not scared like a normal person gets scared, but scared the way that only Rohan does, where scared isn't synonymous so much with afraid as it is with vulnerable, where he steps down off his high lofty pillar and disappears among all the normal people for a while.]
Yeah...I don't feel as bad anymore...
[It's nice, feeling his forehead against hers, a softer glow of chroma exchange warming from it than his kisses had been. It's nice to whisper things into the slim space left between their lips, like every word is a secret.]
You're all wet. Is it raining out...?