[Sorry, Owain, Kiri's got a one-track mind. How rude. Just about everything Elle is freaking out just about goes over his head. It still hasn't quite registered how much green, black, and blue ink are being smeared between the two of them, either. He's savoring this moment-... that is going on for longer than expected. A lot longer. Kiri pulls away after a few seconds, just enough to see her face, grinning so wide and happier than he's ever been before -- in the heat of the moment, he places a hand to her cheek to make sure she's still solid.]
You're okay. You're not -...
[He can't find the words when it hits him. She's not cold. In fact, she's more radiant than he's ever seen her before -- no weight on her shoulders from Troy, or dullness to her skin. What Father Time was telling him starts making sense... Then, what was the point of spending so much time trying to find a cure, agonizing over Flare, everything he has been doing.
That's when he notices the other blonde. What little is left of the moment shatters. Kiri's hand drops from her cheek and he looks from Owain to Elle and back again. Happiness turns into this mess of perturbed confusion, with an extra dash of awkward from that smear of blood above his upper lip dripping down to his chin. The headache is shoved aside for another bit longer, just as much as he hasn't quite let go of her.]
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Sorry, Owain, Kiri's got a one-track mind. How rude.Just about everything Elle is freaking out just about goes over his head. It still hasn't quite registered how much green, black, and blue ink are being smeared between the two of them, either. He's savoring this moment-... that is going on for longer than expected. A lot longer. Kiri pulls away after a few seconds, just enough to see her face, grinning so wide and happier than he's ever been before -- in the heat of the moment, he places a hand to her cheek to make sure she's still solid.]You're okay. You're not -...
[He can't find the words when it hits him. She's not cold. In fact, she's more radiant than he's ever seen her before -- no weight on her shoulders from Troy, or dullness to her skin. What Father Time was telling him starts making sense... Then, what was the point of spending so much time trying to find a cure, agonizing over Flare, everything he has been doing.
That's when he notices the other blonde. What little is left of the moment shatters. Kiri's hand drops from her cheek and he looks from Owain to Elle and back again. Happiness turns into this mess of perturbed confusion, with an extra dash of awkward from that smear of blood above his upper lip dripping down to his chin. The headache is shoved aside for another bit longer, just as much as he hasn't quite let go of her.]