She trusts him, too. That must be where this strange force came from, this magic that allows her to feel him. Maybe not in a literal sense, but— she wouldn't let most people know her like that. Not when the thought fills her with such instinctive revulsion.
She trusts him. Even when it's scary, she trusts him.
She tips her head as he tucks himself against her shoulder, looking at his too-close face with sudden wonder as a total non-sequitur clicks into place in her memories.] Mista.
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She trusts him, too. That must be where this strange force came from, this magic that allows her to feel him. Maybe not in a literal sense, but— she wouldn't let most people know her like that. Not when the thought fills her with such instinctive revulsion.
She trusts him. Even when it's scary, she trusts him.
She tips her head as he tucks himself against her shoulder, looking at his too-close face with sudden wonder as a total non-sequitur clicks into place in her memories.] Mista.
Your name is Mista, right?