[She recognizes the sounds as the ones she'd made in the cargo hold after Eadu. Desperate gasping, as though all oxygen had been removed from her lungs, from her cells, from every crevice and molecular structure of her body. Diaphragm spasming and attempting to equalize itself with little success.
The exhaustion that comes after, as tension leaves the agonizingly tired muscles, as air flow once again establishes itself and oxygen floods the senses and the body.
Feeling light-headed, almost drunk or high off spice or rankweed.
Twitches in toes and fingers and faces.
She holds onto him, says nothing as the sounds force themselves out of his core and barge through his lungs with violence and calculated madness. Simply reminds him of her presence in her touch, in the weight of her hands and limbs and the pressing of her lips to every part she can find.
Murmurs something at his apology, not outrightly dismissing it but certainly not finding it needed.]
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The exhaustion that comes after, as tension leaves the agonizingly tired muscles, as air flow once again establishes itself and oxygen floods the senses and the body.
Feeling light-headed, almost drunk or high off spice or rankweed.
Twitches in toes and fingers and faces.
She holds onto him, says nothing as the sounds force themselves out of his core and barge through his lungs with violence and calculated madness. Simply reminds him of her presence in her touch, in the weight of her hands and limbs and the pressing of her lips to every part she can find.
Murmurs something at his apology, not outrightly dismissing it but certainly not finding it needed.]
I'm here.