[A little more… something. She- Look, she didn’t know! Something. Something that hopefully wasn’t… the fears that she had confided in Yuri when he had pried gently into her complicated feelings surrounding the transformation, and the reason she was asking him for help and not the obvious choice, the two-legged person close at hand to her that would surely be willing and eager to help her master movement or the mundane workings of a human shape. The fear that…
Except he just grabs her waist. The moment of confusion when she feels him start to lift turns to panicked fluster, concerned that he was about to hurt himself straining to lift her, she weighed half a ton— !
… Except she doesn’t, and the sun-dappled courtyard becomes a whirl of colors, or maybe that’s her clothing, and though she had stiffened up in consternation, gripping at his arms, it all comes back in a sudden set upon the fountain rim… and yes, it seems to have been a good idea to hold on to her waist, because she decidedly puts her weight too far back, used to having a heavier, longer lower body, and still defaulting to those motions when in new situations. Like being twirled.
She definitely would have ended up in the fountain.]
Adorable is not-
[Just because she is shorter than him now? She was a perfectly average height for a human woman (of her world and time)! But she bites her lip, face red, looking down at his face. … The looking down felt familiar, but.]
Cetina gave it to me so that I could be of more use to Meridian… The goal is to be more… I could step into Kowloon, now, or Highstorm, and we could… I could be more… compatible…
[Is that the right word? It doesn’t feel right, none of them do. … It isn’t as if she is dissatisfied with how they fit together naturally, she doesn’t want him to think that she is after she has assured him that she wanted him as he was, after they’d proven to each other their willingness to do what needed to be done to overcome certain differences… and it begins to show on her face that she might regret trying to phrase it at all, that feeling of wanting to do things with him that she could not in her natural form, even at the risk and nagging fear that it might awaken some new insecurity. Her fingers dig in to his arms, tight, to make sure he wouldn’t let go. And not for balance.]
Y- you can spin me again, if you like. I am ready this time…
[If he wanted to… ignore that, he could just. Just spin her, and pretend she hadn’t said anything at all. Maybe that was best, she was messing it up—]
no subject
Except he just grabs her waist. The moment of confusion when she feels him start to lift turns to panicked fluster, concerned that he was about to hurt himself straining to lift her, she weighed half a ton— !
… Except she doesn’t, and the sun-dappled courtyard becomes a whirl of colors, or maybe that’s her clothing, and though she had stiffened up in consternation, gripping at his arms, it all comes back in a sudden set upon the fountain rim… and yes, it seems to have been a good idea to hold on to her waist, because she decidedly puts her weight too far back, used to having a heavier, longer lower body, and still defaulting to those motions when in new situations. Like being twirled.
She definitely would have ended up in the fountain.]
Adorable is not-
[Just because she is shorter than him now? She was a perfectly average height for a human woman (of her world and time)! But she bites her lip, face red, looking down at his face. … The looking down felt familiar, but.]
Cetina gave it to me so that I could be of more use to Meridian… The goal is to be more… I could step into Kowloon, now, or Highstorm, and we could… I could be more… compatible…
[Is that the right word? It doesn’t feel right, none of them do. … It isn’t as if she is dissatisfied with how they fit together naturally, she doesn’t want him to think that she is after she has assured him that she wanted him as he was, after they’d proven to each other their willingness to do what needed to be done to overcome certain differences… and it begins to show on her face that she might regret trying to phrase it at all, that feeling of wanting to do things with him that she could not in her natural form, even at the risk and nagging fear that it might awaken some new insecurity. Her fingers dig in to his arms, tight, to make sure he wouldn’t let go. And not for balance.]
Y- you can spin me again, if you like. I am ready this time…
[If he wanted to… ignore that, he could just. Just spin her, and pretend she hadn’t said anything at all. Maybe that was best, she was messing it up—]