[ Ah, here she comes, before he can even revenge properly and pull her in. Instead, she jumps in next to him, splashing him with more cold water, and he shrieks again. This is torture!!! He spills to her, and this is his reward!!!
Goosebumps line his arms and his teeth continue to chatter, and for a moment, Prompto considers just...wading out and moving far away from the bank so she can't pull another fast one on him. But slowly he starts to get used to the temperature of the water, and...then there's Alisaie, who is very cute and also a menace, but also wet in her dress that no clings to her skin in a way that makes him feel like he is going to pass out from a lack of oxygen at any moment.
He does turn away, busying himself with pulling his soaked shirt off and over his head and tossing it onto the grass. If this is going to be an impromptu pool party then he doesn't want to do it in his heavy, wet clothes, though he...doesn't hurry to pull his pants off, either.
He doesn't want to give her the wrong idea!!! He's never gone swimming with a girl before, especially not a girl he likes. ]
[ she's just helping him to scream, okay!! listen to how loudly he's shrieking. this is the catharsis that he needed!! she's so good to him..
goodness though, it is cold, but hardly anything she isn't used to. the depths of the ruby sea were quite chilly as well. all she needs is a little movement! when he peels off his shirt, though, she follows suit - she.. probably should have taken it off to begin with. snagging the skirt of her dress, alisaie tugs it up over her hips and abdomen, but it's wet and heavy so she gets.. sort of stuck around the shoulders.
For a moment, he's too distracted by the fact that she is taking off her dress and she is looking very wet indeed, and it's fortunate that Prompto has the cold water and his adrenaline to thank for his red face, even if it manages, somehow, to get even redder. He's ripe as a tomato. And it's only going to get worse.
Check out those scars... ]
U-um—
[ HE VERY MUCH DOES MIND.
But refusing will only make things more awkward, so. This is fine.
Shaking, he reaches out to gingerly snag the rucked up sides of her dress to pull it up and over her head. Hopefully she won't notice how much his hands are trembling- or at the very least, she can attribute it to how cold he is. Even if he may be feeling rather warm at the moment...
He can't quite meet her eyes while taking off her dress so he glances off into some undefined corner of the world. However, this means he uses his hands more for guidance than he otherwise should, his fingers slipping over her shoulders and arms until she's free of the dress.
And now he's just...holding her dress between his hands, realizing he just kind of touched her a lot, and his eyes snap back to her as he freezes in place. ]
[ given she can't really see through the folds of her dress pulled 'round her face, she's not sure what's taking him so long?? she's just about to ask him what the holdup is when she feels the tug as he pulls it away, and his hands are.. definitely skimming her skin a lot and..
um..
her face flushes scarlet, though thankfully he can't see it yet?? but oh my gods what had she been thinking?? i mean, her smallclothes are really no different from a swimming suit, but this is.. prompto, and for some reason it's much more alarming and embarrassing with him. don't ask her why, she has no explanation for it, normally something like this would hardly faze her..
so once the dress is off and prompto is standing there just holding it, alisaie meets his eyes, her throat tightening, the tips of her ears burning hot. ]
A-ah.. thank you.
[ to think she was laughing and yelling just a moment ago!! ]
Like, okay, granted, it was because she asked him too, and because they're going swimming, apparently, but...still. It's like he can still feel her skin on his hands, warm and soft despite the cold water, and just thinking about it has him burning up all over again and now she's just standing on front of him in her underwear—
Gods. ]
D-don't mention it. U-um — here.
[ He holds out her dress to her. Please take it!!! ]
[ he hands the wet bundle of her dress to her and alisaie snaps it up, for a moment just.. staring at him over the dark fabric, her face blazing red.
but then she tosses it up onto the ledge where they'd been sitting, then arcs her arm across the surface of the water to send up a great wave at him. we can't talk about this awkwardness if they're having a water fight instead!! ]
[ For his part, Prompto is still too busy being awkward to prepare for the wave of water she throws at him, and it catches him fully be surprise. Stumbling backwards in the water—some of us are still wearing wet, tight pants, thanks!!—he sputters and flails. Gross, his mouth was open!!!
But she's thrown down the guantlet now, and Prompto returns the favor a moment later, using the advantage of his height (and guns) to throw both arms forward to slam her with two waves of water!! ]
well i mean, at least it definitely broke the mood, for sure, which was absolutely necessary. alisaie shrieks at the deluge and only gets her arms up in enough time to shield maybe half of the water, if that. ]
Oh, you -
[ he's gonna get it!! alisaie charges toward him, grinning, and dives beneath the surface to dart right toward him, quick as a fish - but then, something.. goes wrong. she struggles for a moment, her lungs flooding with water, a sensation she'd not expected to feel again - it burns and fills her with an intense panic that makes it difficult to kick to the surface. she makes a wild attempt, digging her toes into the mud floor of the creek but it's not enough. her fingertips brush his shin, the light at her periphery beginning to fade, her limbs heavy, until she is still. ]
[ It becomes apparent all too quickly that something is very, very wrong.
With the murky water surrounding them, Prompto can't see Alisaie as she swims beneath the surface, and where there had been a delighted dread a moment before, there is only a cold, deep-seeded fear. Is she...waiting to strike? Will she drag him down and they'll laugh and play-fight and everything will be fine? Maybe this is just part of her plan, but something doesn't feel right, and then he feels it—the brush of her fingertips against his leg, fleeting and weak.
Oh, gods. ]
A-Alisaie?
[ He doesn't hesitate a moment longer, diving beneath the surface of the water as his heart rails in his chest. He's never been a practiced swimmer, but he's at least strong and slim and can cut into the depths quickly. It's nearly impossible to see down here, scant light only cutting through the drifting water, but he catches sight of it—a cloud of mud kicked up into the water, from where Alisaie has sunk, and then there's the flash of a white braid.
Immediately he moves, propelling himself down with hard, strong kicks until he can reach out and wind his arms around her. Oh, gods, she isn't moving—but he can't think about that right now. All he can think about is getting her out of the water, and with a powerful spring aided by his ability, he pushes the both of them to the surface, where he pulls her up onto the bank. ]
No, no, no, no—Alisaie, p-please, wake up—
[ Panic spikes cold in his blood as his hands frame her face, ear bent low to her mouth—she isn't breathing. Were this anything but a life or death situation, his nerves might've gotten the better of him, but the weight of this situation isn't lost on him. She isn't breathing, and if he doesn't do something, she might die. If she already hasn't—
No, he can't think like that.
It's been years, and one of those things they learned in high school that he never thought he'd actually have to use. He prays to the Six that he remembers what he's supposed to do, pressing a rapid sequence of compressions against her chest, before dipping his mouth against hers to blow his breath into her lungs.
[ for all the near-death situations she's gotten herself into, alisaie has never quite experienced that whole.. life-flashing-before-your-eyes thing. if she thinks anything at all before the darkness surrounds her it's disbelief, because this is absolutely not the way she would ever have chosen to go. it's far too humiliating, not nearly as spectacular a death for her to ever accept.
mostly, she's only thinking that she cannot breathe.
distantly, she feels movement, grasping, the rush of water around her ears, but it's all like a dream, a thick blackness all around her, heavy and weighing her down, pulling. the pressure all around her is so strong, like the veil of sleep that clings and insists that she stay where is is warm and comfortable and easy..
but his voice cuts through, it calls to her, faint at first and then stronger, until -
with a great heave, alisaie's body jerks, water spilling from her mouth in a heavy, racking, rasping cough. her hands snap up, snagging at his shoulders as she struggles to breathe through waterlogged lungs, her vision blurry, dizzy - gods, what's.. what's happened..? ]
[ It happens quickly, and violently—Alisaie's body jerking beneath him, water spurt from her mouth and, unavoidably, into his. But he hardly notices it, as relief bowls him over in an instant, and no sooner have her arms closed around him has he wound his around her, holding her close and gentle, though his entire body trembles from pure adrenaline and emotion.
She's alive. She's alive.
He inhales a shuddering sob, hot tears spilling from his eyes as he buries his face against the crook of her neck, one of his hands filtering into the hair on the back of her head, cradling her near. ]
[ to breathe is such a simple request, but in the moment it feels like the hardest thing she has ever needed to do, every breath like agony, needles in her lungs, terror and adrenaline crowding out everything else in the world. she is not a person, only a set of lungs that struggle to open, a heart that pounds, a mind that spins. there's fear in the sound of her gulping breaths that are almost like sobs, but she holds to him tightly, her fingernails biting into his bare flesh, her stinging eyes squeezed tightly closed.
it takes some time, but she continues to follow his voice, her lungs clear as best they can, and her desperate, choking inhales settle into softer, but still quick breaths. still, she does not relinquish her grip, and his arms so tight around her feel secure and safe and strong. she needs a moment.
but at last her grasp on him lessons, though she does not let go, only loosens her grip. her breath shudders, her voice a rough, raw croak. ]
I'm sorry..
[ gods, what a fool she is - and she's upset him so terribly. ]
[ She breathes, she continues to breathe, and the sound and the feeling of it makes him happier than anything else in the world in that moment, rough and marred though it may be. Gods, he'd been so afraid...what if he had lost her? What would he have done? But that's not a bridge he has to cross now, and he clings to her just as fiercely as she clings to him, heedless of the amount of bare skin between them, and the way her nails hook into him. He will hold onto her for as long as she needs him to.
Even when she loosens her grip, he doesn't pull away, instead murmuring quietly right to her ear. ]
I-it's okay. All that matters is that you're okay. You're here.
[ A hiccuping sob rubs against a laugh in his throat. ]
Heh, you...you know how to give a real good scare, there, Ali.
[ She scared the living daylights out of him, honestly. ]
[ she laughs in a hollow, desperate sort of way, swallowing around her raw, painful throat. ]
I imagine..
[ and she's guilty about it, he's so kind, gods, he must've been terrified - but he won't want to hear a spill of apologies, she certainly wouldn't want to hear it, were their places swapped. as the adrenaline ebbs, she falls slack against him, the tickle of his breath to her ear eliciting a shiver down her spine. temples pounding, eyes closed, she drops her head to rest in the hollow of his shoulder. ]
[ She starts to settle against him, and his own breathing begins to even out as adrenaline runs its course. She's safe. Perhaps a bit sore and winded, but she's safe, and in light of that, his other senses begin to return, as well. Perhaps he shouldn't be thinking about the amount of bare skin between them right now, that he can feel her breath tickling his skin as she rests against his shoulder. She's shivering and pressed up against him, and the tips of his ears grow hot—but he doesn't let her go.
Not after what she's just been through. Alisaie may not be the type to give or accept physical affection easily, but damn if she doesn't probably need it right now, so his arms remain secure around her, his hands gently smoothing over the ridges of her spine. ]
It could happen to anyone. [ He turns his head just so, his smile widening against the corner of her jaw. ] Just...next time turn into a fish or somethin', okay?
[ she's not yet at the point where she's noticing or caring about such things, not while her lungs still ache and burn painfully, not while every breath feels like a lovely, wonderful gift.
but a wry laugh bubbles out of her soon enough. ]
I had not thought of that..
[ in her panic, it had not even occurred to her. mayhaps she should take this ability of hers a little more seriously, and take some time to.. practice with it. her hands curl against him, her eyelids dropping low. ]
I was able to breathe beneath the water, before she stripped my power from me. I hadn't even considered that I could.. no longer manage that.
[ He continues to hold her, his hands moving gently against her in soothing motions, even if his skin starts to grow warm. Maybe it's just that he's drying out, but if she glanced up into his face, she would no doubt see the blush creeping high in his cheeks. He's never held someone so close like this before, and certainly not an almost-naked girl.
But he doesn't even think of letting her go just yet, because she's still catching her breath, and he won't end this contact until he's sure she no longer needs it. It's...odd, to comfort someone so fiercely strong and independent as her in this way, but it feels...
Right, too, somehow, like she fits against him in the perfect way.
He shouldn't be thinking about this right now though, so he pushes it aside. ]
...So that's what happened. [ He'd assumed she'd just sucked in a mouthful of water on accident, but it's more than just that. ] Probably not the way you wanted to test that out, but...everything's okay now.
[ it's certainly a bit more sensible than having gulped in a lungful of water on her first dive - alisaie is a strong swimmer, after all - but it is nevertheless embarrassing that she had not the foresight to consider that she would no longer be able to do it. it had become as natural as, well. breathing.
but at last she lifts her head and swallows thickly, one hand rising to rub at her pounding temple, her features tight. ]
Aye.
[ a close call, but nevertheless, she is here. ]
I owe you a great debt.
[ he saved her life even after she concussed him!! ]
[ She lifts her head and he draws back, but only far enough that he can peer into her face and make sure she isn't concussed this time. But she seems with it and he finds a weak smile for her, the relief in it entirely genuine. ]
Nah. Just...consider it payback for giving me a peptalk earlier. [ He gently squeezes his arms around her. ] Besides...you would've done it for me.
[ If it had been him drowning on that riverbed, he has no doubt she would have done everything she could to resuscitate him. ]
A peptalk hardly compensates for a life, but I suppose I shall take it.
[ he's certainly not wrong. of course she would have done her best to save him, any decent person would have - thankfully he didn't drown himself attempting to save her as well, or they both would have been in a great deal of trouble.
with a groan, she sits up more fully, rubbing hard at her itching eyes. ]
[ As she sits up, Prompto draws back further his arms falling from around him to drop to his sides before she comes to the same realization that he already has, though maybe it wouldn't bother her as much. She obviously has enough to worry about having nearly drowned to think about the contact they'd just shared, the heat of her skin still clinging to his own. Yeah, can't...think about that right now. ]
Heh...yeah, it was. Maybe...we can do this again sometime. You know, as long as you don't try to breathe underwater again.
[ He slants a grin at her, but seriously. Saving her from drowning once is enough for a lifetime... ]
[ her face flushes warm, but it's far more with embarrassment over nearly drowning stupidly than being touched; she can't bring herself to care about that at all, right now. not to mention, prompto has made his feelings.. clear enough, at least, so alisaie has done her very best to push back anything even remotely -
- romantic? attractive?
anyway, she tosses him a weary, albeit grateful smile. ]
[ He inhales and exhales deeply, grateful they're both breathing like normal, before he lifts his hands to his head and pushes his lank hair out of his eyes. As the adrenaline ebbs away, he starts to feel quite exhausted, but it's too bad they didn't get to do more swimming. It was fun until she almost, you know, died. ]
Glad to hear it! [ He reaches for his shirt, plucking it from the grass where he'd tossed it earlier and tugging it over his head. ] Look, I know this goes without saying, but...
[ He glances back to her. ]
...I'm so glad you're okay. If something had happened to you, I...
[ He never would have forgiven himself. The only reason she was even out here to begin with was because of him. ]
[ Fine, she can continue to hang out in her underwear, while Prompto, meanwhile, is fully clothed again...his pants are so uncomfortable. Couldn't she have at least waited until he had them off to drown!! ]
...Right. Still, I...I'm glad. [ A beat. ] Are you...gonna hang around here for awhile, then?
[ Should he stay or should he go? If he goes, will there be trouble? If he stays, will there be double? ]
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Goosebumps line his arms and his teeth continue to chatter, and for a moment, Prompto considers just...wading out and moving far away from the bank so she can't pull another fast one on him. But slowly he starts to get used to the temperature of the water, and...then there's Alisaie, who is very cute and also a menace, but also wet in her dress that no clings to her skin in a way that makes him feel like he is going to pass out from a lack of oxygen at any moment.
He does turn away, busying himself with pulling his soaked shirt off and over his head and tossing it onto the grass. If this is going to be an impromptu pool party then he doesn't want to do it in his heavy, wet clothes, though he...doesn't hurry to pull his pants off, either.
He doesn't want to give her the wrong idea!!! He's never gone swimming with a girl before, especially not a girl he likes. ]
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goodness though, it is cold, but hardly anything she isn't used to. the depths of the ruby sea were quite chilly as well. all she needs is a little movement! when he peels off his shirt, though, she follows suit - she.. probably should have taken it off to begin with. snagging the skirt of her dress, alisaie tugs it up over her hips and abdomen, but it's wet and heavy so she gets.. sort of stuck around the shoulders.
lord. ]
A.. hand, if you don't mind?
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For a moment, he's too distracted by the fact that she is taking off her dress and she is looking very wet indeed, and it's fortunate that Prompto has the cold water and his adrenaline to thank for his red face, even if it manages, somehow, to get even redder. He's ripe as a tomato. And it's only going to get worse.
Check out those scars... ]
U-um—
[ HE VERY MUCH DOES MIND.
But refusing will only make things more awkward, so. This is fine.
Shaking, he reaches out to gingerly snag the rucked up sides of her dress to pull it up and over her head. Hopefully she won't notice how much his hands are trembling- or at the very least, she can attribute it to how cold he is. Even if he may be feeling rather warm at the moment...
He can't quite meet her eyes while taking off her dress so he glances off into some undefined corner of the world. However, this means he uses his hands more for guidance than he otherwise should, his fingers slipping over her shoulders and arms until she's free of the dress.
And now he's just...holding her dress between his hands, realizing he just kind of touched her a lot, and his eyes snap back to her as he freezes in place. ]
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her face flushes scarlet, though thankfully he can't see it yet?? but oh my gods what had she been thinking?? i mean, her smallclothes are really no different from a swimming suit, but this is.. prompto, and for some reason it's much more alarming and embarrassing with him. don't ask her why, she has no explanation for it, normally something like this would hardly faze her..
so once the dress is off and prompto is standing there just holding it, alisaie meets his eyes, her throat tightening, the tips of her ears burning hot. ]
A-ah.. thank you.
[ to think she was laughing and yelling just a moment ago!! ]
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Like, okay, granted, it was because she asked him too, and because they're going swimming, apparently, but...still. It's like he can still feel her skin on his hands, warm and soft despite the cold water, and just thinking about it has him burning up all over again and now she's just standing on front of him in her underwear—
Gods. ]
D-don't mention it. U-um — here.
[ He holds out her dress to her. Please take it!!! ]
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but then she tosses it up onto the ledge where they'd been sitting, then arcs her arm across the surface of the water to send up a great wave at him. we can't talk about this awkwardness if they're having a water fight instead!! ]
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But she's thrown down the guantlet now, and Prompto returns the favor a moment later, using the advantage of his height (and guns) to throw both arms forward to slam her with two waves of water!! ]
Yeah, how you like me now?! Get wrecked!
[ EAT SHIT ALISAIE ]
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well i mean, at least it definitely broke the mood, for sure, which was absolutely necessary. alisaie shrieks at the deluge and only gets her arms up in enough time to shield maybe half of the water, if that. ]
Oh, you -
[ he's gonna get it!! alisaie charges toward him, grinning, and dives beneath the surface to dart right toward him, quick as a fish - but then, something.. goes wrong. she struggles for a moment, her lungs flooding with water, a sensation she'd not expected to feel again - it burns and fills her with an intense panic that makes it difficult to kick to the surface. she makes a wild attempt, digging her toes into the mud floor of the creek but it's not enough. her fingertips brush his shin, the light at her periphery beginning to fade, her limbs heavy, until she is still. ]
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With the murky water surrounding them, Prompto can't see Alisaie as she swims beneath the surface, and where there had been a delighted dread a moment before, there is only a cold, deep-seeded fear. Is she...waiting to strike? Will she drag him down and they'll laugh and play-fight and everything will be fine? Maybe this is just part of her plan, but something doesn't feel right, and then he feels it—the brush of her fingertips against his leg, fleeting and weak.
Oh, gods. ]
A-Alisaie?
[ He doesn't hesitate a moment longer, diving beneath the surface of the water as his heart rails in his chest. He's never been a practiced swimmer, but he's at least strong and slim and can cut into the depths quickly. It's nearly impossible to see down here, scant light only cutting through the drifting water, but he catches sight of it—a cloud of mud kicked up into the water, from where Alisaie has sunk, and then there's the flash of a white braid.
Immediately he moves, propelling himself down with hard, strong kicks until he can reach out and wind his arms around her. Oh, gods, she isn't moving—but he can't think about that right now. All he can think about is getting her out of the water, and with a powerful spring aided by his ability, he pushes the both of them to the surface, where he pulls her up onto the bank. ]
No, no, no, no—Alisaie, p-please, wake up—
[ Panic spikes cold in his blood as his hands frame her face, ear bent low to her mouth—she isn't breathing. Were this anything but a life or death situation, his nerves might've gotten the better of him, but the weight of this situation isn't lost on him. She isn't breathing, and if he doesn't do something, she might die. If she already hasn't—
No, he can't think like that.
It's been years, and one of those things they learned in high school that he never thought he'd actually have to use. He prays to the Six that he remembers what he's supposed to do, pressing a rapid sequence of compressions against her chest, before dipping his mouth against hers to blow his breath into her lungs.
Please, gods... ]
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mostly, she's only thinking that she cannot breathe.
distantly, she feels movement, grasping, the rush of water around her ears, but it's all like a dream, a thick blackness all around her, heavy and weighing her down, pulling. the pressure all around her is so strong, like the veil of sleep that clings and insists that she stay where is is warm and comfortable and easy..
but his voice cuts through, it calls to her, faint at first and then stronger, until -
with a great heave, alisaie's body jerks, water spilling from her mouth in a heavy, racking, rasping cough. her hands snap up, snagging at his shoulders as she struggles to breathe through waterlogged lungs, her vision blurry, dizzy - gods, what's.. what's happened..? ]
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She's alive. She's alive.
He inhales a shuddering sob, hot tears spilling from his eyes as he buries his face against the crook of her neck, one of his hands filtering into the hair on the back of her head, cradling her near. ]
Y-you're okay, I-I've got you—breathe.
[ It's a reminder for himself, too. ]
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it takes some time, but she continues to follow his voice, her lungs clear as best they can, and her desperate, choking inhales settle into softer, but still quick breaths. still, she does not relinquish her grip, and his arms so tight around her feel secure and safe and strong. she needs a moment.
but at last her grasp on him lessons, though she does not let go, only loosens her grip. her breath shudders, her voice a rough, raw croak. ]
I'm sorry..
[ gods, what a fool she is - and she's upset him so terribly. ]
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Even when she loosens her grip, he doesn't pull away, instead murmuring quietly right to her ear. ]
I-it's okay. All that matters is that you're okay. You're here.
[ A hiccuping sob rubs against a laugh in his throat. ]
Heh, you...you know how to give a real good scare, there, Ali.
[ She scared the living daylights out of him, honestly. ]
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I imagine..
[ and she's guilty about it, he's so kind, gods, he must've been terrified - but he won't want to hear a spill of apologies, she certainly wouldn't want to hear it, were their places swapped. as the adrenaline ebbs, she falls slack against him, the tickle of his breath to her ear eliciting a shiver down her spine. temples pounding, eyes closed, she drops her head to rest in the hollow of his shoulder. ]
You saved my life. I.. Gods, what a fool I am.
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Not after what she's just been through. Alisaie may not be the type to give or accept physical affection easily, but damn if she doesn't probably need it right now, so his arms remain secure around her, his hands gently smoothing over the ridges of her spine. ]
It could happen to anyone. [ He turns his head just so, his smile widening against the corner of her jaw. ] Just...next time turn into a fish or somethin', okay?
[ Don't scare him like that!! ]
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but a wry laugh bubbles out of her soon enough. ]
I had not thought of that..
[ in her panic, it had not even occurred to her. mayhaps she should take this ability of hers a little more seriously, and take some time to.. practice with it. her hands curl against him, her eyelids dropping low. ]
I was able to breathe beneath the water, before she stripped my power from me. I hadn't even considered that I could.. no longer manage that.
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But he doesn't even think of letting her go just yet, because she's still catching her breath, and he won't end this contact until he's sure she no longer needs it. It's...odd, to comfort someone so fiercely strong and independent as her in this way, but it feels...
Right, too, somehow, like she fits against him in the perfect way.
He shouldn't be thinking about this right now though, so he pushes it aside. ]
...So that's what happened. [ He'd assumed she'd just sucked in a mouthful of water on accident, but it's more than just that. ] Probably not the way you wanted to test that out, but...everything's okay now.
[ She's okay. ]
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but at last she lifts her head and swallows thickly, one hand rising to rub at her pounding temple, her features tight. ]
Aye.
[ a close call, but nevertheless, she is here. ]
I owe you a great debt.
[ he saved her life even after she concussed him!! ]
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Nah. Just...consider it payback for giving me a peptalk earlier. [ He gently squeezes his arms around her. ] Besides...you would've done it for me.
[ If it had been him drowning on that riverbed, he has no doubt she would have done everything she could to resuscitate him. ]
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[ he's certainly not wrong. of course she would have done her best to save him, any decent person would have - thankfully he didn't drown himself attempting to save her as well, or they both would have been in a great deal of trouble.
with a groan, she sits up more fully, rubbing hard at her itching eyes. ]
Well it was.. fun, while it lasted.
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Heh...yeah, it was. Maybe...we can do this again sometime. You know, as long as you don't try to breathe underwater again.
[ He slants a grin at her, but seriously. Saving her from drowning once is enough for a lifetime... ]
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- romantic? attractive?
anyway, she tosses him a weary, albeit grateful smile. ]
You can be sure that I will not.
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Glad to hear it! [ He reaches for his shirt, plucking it from the grass where he'd tossed it earlier and tugging it over his head. ] Look, I know this goes without saying, but...
[ He glances back to her. ]
...I'm so glad you're okay. If something had happened to you, I...
[ He never would have forgiven himself. The only reason she was even out here to begin with was because of him. ]
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You need not worry what you might have done, because it did not happen.
[ in other words, she won't allow him to dwell on it. ]
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...Right. Still, I...I'm glad. [ A beat. ] Are you...gonna hang around here for awhile, then?
[ Should he stay or should he go? If he goes, will there be trouble? If he stays, will there be double? ]
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