[ They were a literal pain growing in, and they get in the way of everything. But Riley thinks the wings, they're the part of Ryslig itself that she found herself longing for, in that other world, without even realizing it. Carefully, relying on the other life, she runs her hand over the nape of Steve's neck, taking care not to scratch him. A tactile sensation, repetitive, to distract from the pain.
That's why she's talking, too, anything to provide a distraction, and this? This is a pretty easy topic. ]
Me too. Even though, I... I'd memorize them, [ remember? she almost adds, because that didn't change, memories of the two lives twisting together in a strange sort of do-si-do. ] Um. Still. To make sure...I wasn't screwing things up.
[ There'd be no one else around to clean it up, if she did, after all. ]
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That's why she's talking, too, anything to provide a distraction, and this? This is a pretty easy topic. ]
Me too. Even though, I... I'd memorize them, [ remember? she almost adds, because that didn't change, memories of the two lives twisting together in a strange sort of do-si-do. ] Um. Still. To make sure...I wasn't screwing things up.
[ There'd be no one else around to clean it up, if she did, after all. ]