[ With his fingers still around her wrist, Sephiroth can probably hear how fast her heart is racing. Ciri exhales shakily, blinks a few times; her adrenaline is still high, and all of a sudden, there's nowhere to direct the fear and aggression that had been flooding her mind, as it's all evaporated in a moment. She's left disoriented and breathless, clutching Sephiroth like a lifeline.
Her gaze catches on the blood sliding down his cheek. ]
I'm sor--
[ But then, he leans in closer, presses their foreheads together. For a second, there's only a glimpse of his eyes, that too-bright color overwhelming everything else.
She forgets to breathe.
It hits her with the crash of adrenaline, leaves her weak-kneed and lightheaded. The relief crashing through her in the wake of a close call, the sudden need to make the best of a bad situation, the light at the end of the tunnel even if it's only a flame.
Ciri slides her free arm around his neck and hugs him. ]
Why do you keep catching me like this? At my worst.
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Her gaze catches on the blood sliding down his cheek. ]
I'm sor--
[ But then, he leans in closer, presses their foreheads together. For a second, there's only a glimpse of his eyes, that too-bright color overwhelming everything else.
She forgets to breathe.
It hits her with the crash of adrenaline, leaves her weak-kneed and lightheaded. The relief crashing through her in the wake of a close call, the sudden need to make the best of a bad situation, the light at the end of the tunnel even if it's only a flame.
Ciri slides her free arm around his neck and hugs him. ]
Why do you keep catching me like this? At my worst.