[ He smells like summer. Breathing in that scent fills her head with flowers and buttery sunlight and makes her think of what he'd said before - the flowing of air, the pathways blood cuts through her body. Something stirs. She doesn't know if it's magic or circuits or whatever else but that stirring clicks like a key trying to find a lock.
Her fingers are still clutching at his robes and a warm little shudder goes through her. With the weight of Oberon's body pressed into her own, she feels suddenly and sharply present in her own self in a way she hasn't in a long, long time. Maybe that makes her a little pathetic but she's known that for a long, long time as well. ]
I don't know what it is, but... I can feel it.
[ Her voice is lower, breathier than she means it to be. ]
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Her fingers are still clutching at his robes and a warm little shudder goes through her. With the weight of Oberon's body pressed into her own, she feels suddenly and sharply present in her own self in a way she hasn't in a long, long time. Maybe that makes her a little pathetic but she's known that for a long, long time as well. ]
I don't know what it is, but... I can feel it.
[ Her voice is lower, breathier than she means it to be. ]
Just like before.