@rossest said: ❝ I just feel calmer. When I’m with you. ❞ MISS!!!!
soft sentence starters. / not accepting.
ㅤ ㅤ Calm did not fit that scenario. Nothing there inspired that feeling, each element of the landscape conspired to the contrary... All Reimi felt was fear. Fear of a wrong choice, trusting the words of someone who could not keep their promise. Of the mansion, the people who lived there, the fantastic and strange powers they had. More than anything, fear of not being enough. Her features hardened, like an angel carved from the marble — in an attempt not to let anyone notice and take advantage of it. If Midler managed to see beyond that disguise, she would never know. Still a little difficult to understand her reasons, but those words gave a good clue. So, that was it? The reason behind the sneaky smiles, the lively conversation, the dazzling ideas? A statement that tightened those ties, making them look more alike for at least a moment. That was why she was quiet at first, simple inability to deal with something that touched her heart. A ghost that brought calm to another soul, one that still had a pulse! So unusual, it could only be that bright woman, irreverence in flesh and blood.
ㅤ ㅤ But, what did Reimi feel? Not the same thing, not at all. Although the company was appreciated, more than that, desired and expected as the greatest Christmas gift of all... There was no doldrums, it was exactly the opposite. Midler and everything around her made the old, almost forgotten sensation of blood running through her veins return in its magnificent splendor. Heartbeats in the ears, mouth dry as a desert, pupils dilating and glowing in the dark like a nocturnal animal. Her vivid presence evoked a different kind of sensation — the most addictive of all, which perhaps explained her insistence on making things work despite a series of little mishaps. ❝ And I just feel braver when I’m with you. ❞ A faint smile flickered across her face, suddenly confident as when she realized that one of their bold plans would work. Objective certainty, that was what they offered when Cairo opened its doors for her. It did not come from their lord's hands, though. More feminine ones, warmer and friendlier like a summer breeze, the same one she held with a comforting, reassuring touch.
