[No matter how much she braced herself, she could never quite call herself prepared. She can feel her heart racing, the denials and take backs on the tip of her tongue until the jewel on her ring dims. It's a pleasant feeling, warming and filling, the kind of pleasant state of comfort that one might fall into after having a good meal. She feels complete for the first time in years, soul weighed down by her body.
The sensation is strange enough that for a moment, she mistakes it for discomfort, like she was wearing clothes that were a couple sizes too tight. The feeling disappears quickly, replaced by the smell of baked goods (they hadn't smelled so sweet before,) the thumb of her heart and the dull ache of bruises (she never noticed them.) She stands up, looking herself over. She's exactly the same, but everything is different now.
How does she feel...? Kyoko blinks as tears form in her eyes. How does she feel? What has she been feeling all of this time? Sweets that tasted almost dull, cold and heat that melted together... She'd never even noticed before.]
It's warm.
[It's a quiet and timid answer with a smile to match. She looks him over before closing the distance. She hesitates for a moment before stretching her hand out. If he lets her, she'll take one of his hands--rough and warm and alive--in her own, tears dripping down her cheeks. She just wants to hold it. Just for a moment... Just so she can remember what it's like.]
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The sensation is strange enough that for a moment, she mistakes it for discomfort, like she was wearing clothes that were a couple sizes too tight. The feeling disappears quickly, replaced by the smell of baked goods (they hadn't smelled so sweet before,) the thumb of her heart and the dull ache of bruises (she never noticed them.) She stands up, looking herself over. She's exactly the same, but everything is different now.
How does she feel...? Kyoko blinks as tears form in her eyes. How does she feel? What has she been feeling all of this time? Sweets that tasted almost dull, cold and heat that melted together... She'd never even noticed before.]
It's warm.
[It's a quiet and timid answer with a smile to match. She looks him over before closing the distance. She hesitates for a moment before stretching her hand out. If he lets her, she'll take one of his hands--rough and warm and alive--in her own, tears dripping down her cheeks. She just wants to hold it. Just for a moment... Just so she can remember what it's like.]
...
Yeah. It really is warm.