[affectionately:] Nonsense. [she tilts her head to peck at the corner of his mouth before pressing in a more earnest series of kisses. they help punctuate the reality of the present for her as much as they are to make it up to him for leaving him on such a wretched note.
when there's need to breathe, she settles for just cradling her head against hers while her gaze drifts past tufts of his hair and stray twigs, at the odd horizon line that the hedge wall makes.
the fog is thick, but her eyes are keen, and after actually focusing on more than themselves, she can start to trace the shapes lingering consistently within it.]
...Spires... There's...a building somewhere near...
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when there's need to breathe, she settles for just cradling her head against hers while her gaze drifts past tufts of his hair and stray twigs, at the odd horizon line that the hedge wall makes.
the fog is thick, but her eyes are keen, and after actually focusing on more than themselves, she can start to trace the shapes lingering consistently within it.]
...Spires... There's...a building somewhere near...