her long hair feels like it's touching the ground, even if it very much isn't. his grip is careful and strong. gentle and secure. malkuth feels weightless, heart thudded in her chest, not for the first time wondering if she likes height or just the way people lean close. ]
... Lacking flair, [ she replies airily, ] but I think I like it.
[ there won't be a "think" next time she's dipped, but the ecstatic uncertainty of alcohol makes it hard to focus on anything except how it feels, rather than how she feels about it. it's good. nice. she wishes she could study his face and hands a little longer, staring up at him with interest plain in her eyes. she won't break this time. ]
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her long hair feels like it's touching the ground, even if it very much isn't. his grip is careful and strong. gentle and secure. malkuth feels weightless, heart thudded in her chest, not for the first time wondering if she likes height or just the way people lean close. ]
... Lacking flair, [ she replies airily, ] but I think I like it.
[ there won't be a "think" next time she's dipped, but the ecstatic uncertainty of alcohol makes it hard to focus on anything except how it feels, rather than how she feels about it. it's good. nice. she wishes she could study his face and hands a little longer, staring up at him with interest plain in her eyes. she won't break this time. ]