[ The fog lifts, slowly at first then all at once, warm hands pulling her from the darkness, bracing her before she falls. Ciri lets out the breath that's been stuck in her throat with a shudder, hot against Sephiroth's lips. Her hands slide to his shoulders, holding on now, not pushing him away.
When she opens her eyes, she sees him. Really sees him, past the frenzied terror still pounding in her chest. ]
...o-oh.
[ Is all she manages at first, shocked and quiet. She can still feel the ghost of his lips on hers. The monstrous dead thing she'd been fighting was never there.
Just like what had happened with Geralt, though that had been in the Horizon, and this is the waking world.
Visibly shaken by how thoroughly the illusion had gripped her, Ciri grips his shoulders hard, reassuring herself of what is real. ]
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When she opens her eyes, she sees him. Really sees him, past the frenzied terror still pounding in her chest. ]
...o-oh.
[ Is all she manages at first, shocked and quiet. She can still feel the ghost of his lips on hers. The monstrous dead thing she'd been fighting was never there.
Just like what had happened with Geralt, though that had been in the Horizon, and this is the waking world.
Visibly shaken by how thoroughly the illusion had gripped her, Ciri grips his shoulders hard, reassuring herself of what is real. ]