( when he peers up at her, just keeping on with the conversation as if nothing had ever been the matter to begin with, makes vexani feels light and airyβnot the kind of feeling that comes with being able to bend herself at will, that comes with godhood, but with a pleasure she knows is akin to that which mortals experienceβare experiencing around them, with the conclusion of this procession.
she steadies herself for a moment, before taking the plunge off the edge of the branch, arms stretched out so she can make it less of a sudden fall and more of a planned one. hands on his shoulders, falling into him.
a smile on her face. )
You came.
( every year it's the same song and dance, but every time it makes her love for him grow. )
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she steadies herself for a moment, before taking the plunge off the edge of the branch, arms stretched out so she can make it less of a sudden fall and more of a planned one. hands on his shoulders, falling into him.
a smile on her face. )
You came.
( every year it's the same song and dance, but every time it makes her love for him grow. )