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мerιda oғ dυnвrocн ([personal profile] notyetlegend) wrote 2015-04-15 07:04 pm (UTC)

[Finding her footing again was an achievement in itself, all things considered. Like when she'd fallen part way down the tower of Scima and regained her grip. Just because her palms and knees weren't skinned didn't mean they weren't on the inside, where her feelings lay. Merida looked down at her hands in the water, finding her fingers sliding over each other, as though trying to rub themselves free. No matter how much she improved, her insides ached, pressing a hand against her chest.

Starting to zone out again, Gilgamesh's words catch her attention, making her shake her head at herself. Snapping out of it and staying that way was going to be harder, it seemed, and she rose from the water in order to give herself something to do, reaching for a nearby towel, the sound of dripping water accompanying Gilgamesh's tale as she looked over her shoulder once again at him. Waver had told her this part, she remembered, but not in so much detail.]


Sounds like she needed one to be honest.

[Towel around her body, Merida stepped out of the basin, hair wet and clinging to her neck. On her way to him she stoops, picking up the cloak and wrapping it around her shoulders, feeling its safety, and took one step before sliding to the floor next to him, legs crossed.]

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