[ One step brings her further into his orbit, a place she'd been caught before, the gravity of a god gently tugging her close. They'd made a mistake, of course. Hadn't they? It seems obvious.
Jane exhales, steadying herself against the wave of emotions crashing over her. She doesn’t think she needs fae magic to feel the pull of something unfinished, but it does help. Her lips press together for a moment before she speaks, voice quiet. ]
Yeah… we did.
[ Really, they ought to leave it at that, but fae magic and old feelings prevail, and she shifts from one foot to the other, and she thinks maybe...maybe. A small, almost wistful smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, lips curving up. Maybe it’s the flowers, or hell - maybe it’s just the way time stretches and bends when it comes to him. ]
ohhhhh god
Jane exhales, steadying herself against the wave of emotions crashing over her. She doesn’t think she needs fae magic to feel the pull of something unfinished, but it does help. Her lips press together for a moment before she speaks, voice quiet. ]
Yeah… we did.
[ Really, they ought to leave it at that, but fae magic and old feelings prevail, and she shifts from one foot to the other, and she thinks maybe...maybe. A small, almost wistful smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, lips curving up. Maybe it’s the flowers, or hell - maybe it’s just the way time stretches and bends when it comes to him. ]
Do you ever wonder if we got it wrong?