[ her heart slams into her ribcage, leaving behind a permanent impression. his devotion to her, carved into bone. she lifts a hand to press it to her sternum, willing herself to calm down. somehow, she manages to keep walking.
it’s not fair. it’s not. how is she supposed to remain in control of the discussion with the murmur betraying her every feeling? normally she’d be able to command this conversation. instead she feels controlled by it, deftly puppeteered by her heart—by their hearts. she can feel his too, after all. the murmur carries his steady heartbeat to her ears, and she sighs, some of the tension in her shoulders draining away.
Lortel leans forward and breaks into a light jog.
though most of her focus is on navigating this ruined city carefully, she spares a piece of mind to paint him a mental picture of her face: red red hair tumbling over her shoulder, clear green, keen, eyes, the cupid’s bow of her mouth quirking up in the tiniest smile. ]
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it’s not fair. it’s not. how is she supposed to remain in control of the discussion with the murmur betraying her every feeling? normally she’d be able to command this conversation. instead she feels controlled by it, deftly puppeteered by her heart—by their hearts. she can feel his too, after all. the murmur carries his steady heartbeat to her ears, and she sighs, some of the tension in her shoulders draining away.
Lortel leans forward and breaks into a light jog.
though most of her focus is on navigating this ruined city carefully, she spares a piece of mind to paint him a mental picture of her face: red red hair tumbling over her shoulder, clear green, keen, eyes, the cupid’s bow of her mouth quirking up in the tiniest smile. ]
Hide carefully. I’m coming.