The world was fast hurling her towards the ground, but as she waited for the cold bite of pain from hitting the floor, it never came. Instead there was a smell of brimstone and the feel of something warm, soft and yet lean. This warmth held in an odd way. It almost felt like something living. But that wasn't possible. Was it? She couldn't remember what it felt like to be held. Sure she had been gripping onto a crazed naked girl just a little bit before, but she hadn't been concerned with that. Well, that and it had hurt a lot, proof being in her roughened up clothes.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and their watercolor blues and silvers locked with something that looked like the darkness of the night sky. The night sky had saved her? But it didn't have arms, or legs, or a mouth. Her confused, tired gazed was fixed on that mouth. It looked human-like and even made sound. Her arm reached up, fingers grazing over the rich darkness that was close to that mouth. Soft, very soft. Warm too. That's when her eyes found eyes. Eyes. Night didn't have eyes. A figure flashed in her mind and the colors on her skin turned to shades and tints of pinks and reds. Warm colors, like blushing.
This wasn't the Night Sky. This was something all too real! Her eyes widened and she hastily sat up, but the world swarm again, an annoying ache in her head slamming against her skull, reminding her not to move so quickly. Her hair shimmered like weakened stars, cascading over her shoulders. Embarrassed, pink. She wasn't wearing her usual blackout clothing. Scared, greenish blue. He was looking right at her! Worry, a kind of purple. Was he going to recoil in disgust or in anger? Wait. How had he ended up under her? Hadn't he been over there? Glancing up, she realized he must of done that 'bamf'y teleporting thing, the one where it smelt like brimstone. He had done that before too. So... he had meant to catch her. Her blushing colors took completely over, swirling over her skin and even melting into the silvers of her hair and eyes. And she was still on top of him. Slowly she untangled herself form him, a bit disappointed when the warmth was gone. He really was just like the night sky...
"I'm...sorry," she tried to smile, her eyes slipping down to focus more on her leadened limbs, "I-I guess I forgot to save up energy to get through the day. I hope you're not hurt." Her eyes glanced back up at him. Everything was moving in real time now, like before it had all just slowed down. In truth she probably looked a bit silly, having touched his cheek like that, laying over him like a dazed idiot with her head on his stomach.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and their watercolor blues and silvers locked with something that looked like the darkness of the night sky. The night sky had saved her? But it didn't have arms, or legs, or a mouth. Her confused, tired gazed was fixed on that mouth. It looked human-like and even made sound. Her arm reached up, fingers grazing over the rich darkness that was close to that mouth. Soft, very soft. Warm too. That's when her eyes found eyes. Eyes. Night didn't have eyes. A figure flashed in her mind and the colors on her skin turned to shades and tints of pinks and reds. Warm colors, like blushing.
This wasn't the Night Sky. This was something all too real! Her eyes widened and she hastily sat up, but the world swarm again, an annoying ache in her head slamming against her skull, reminding her not to move so quickly. Her hair shimmered like weakened stars, cascading over her shoulders. Embarrassed, pink. She wasn't wearing her usual blackout clothing. Scared, greenish blue. He was looking right at her! Worry, a kind of purple. Was he going to recoil in disgust or in anger? Wait. How had he ended up under her? Hadn't he been over there? Glancing up, she realized he must of done that 'bamf'y teleporting thing, the one where it smelt like brimstone. He had done that before too. So... he had meant to catch her. Her blushing colors took completely over, swirling over her skin and even melting into the silvers of her hair and eyes. And she was still on top of him. Slowly she untangled herself form him, a bit disappointed when the warmth was gone. He really was just like the night sky...
"I'm...sorry," she tried to smile, her eyes slipping down to focus more on her leadened limbs, "I-I guess I forgot to save up energy to get through the day. I hope you're not hurt." Her eyes glanced back up at him. Everything was moving in real time now, like before it had all just slowed down. In truth she probably looked a bit silly, having touched his cheek like that, laying over him like a dazed idiot with her head on his stomach.