there's just, like. the sensation of running for the first time. free. freedom, it's so intensely familiar to her, that when she opens her eyes, she's laughing, something quiet and helpless. it's almost wobbly. experiencing it next to him, in tandem with him, makes heat gather behind her eyes, just a little damp. it's funny how their experiences are so parallel.]
-- Viktor. [she says, breathlessly, and then:] Yes. Of course I am.
[she knows there was a price, that things probably went to shit not long after, but god if she can't quite bring herself to care.]
... You ran. [she says, bringing her hands up, resting them on either side of his face.]
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there's just, like. the sensation of running for the first time. free. freedom, it's so intensely familiar to her, that when she opens her eyes, she's laughing, something quiet and helpless. it's almost wobbly. experiencing it next to him, in tandem with him, makes heat gather behind her eyes, just a little damp. it's funny how their experiences are so parallel.]
-- Viktor. [she says, breathlessly, and then:] Yes. Of course I am.
[she knows there was a price, that things probably went to shit not long after, but god if she can't quite bring herself to care.]
... You ran. [she says, bringing her hands up, resting them on either side of his face.]