[ a voice breaks her monotone unlike a shatter of glass but more like a dewdrop upon a frosted-dotted surface. the ripples expand and she turns her head, the blue in her eyes darkening like a plunge into the ocean. ]
You.
[ you. saying the word to something more than space is sensually comforting, and lightning feels gladness melt the invisible walls around her. despite the chastise, her subtle expression of surprise transforms into one of comfort and then into one of challenge. ]
( the two too close to cold carved stones to move along. )
You.
[ you. saying the word to something more than space is sensually comforting, and lightning feels gladness melt the invisible walls around her. despite the chastise, her subtle expression of surprise transforms into one of comfort and then into one of challenge. ]
Do you always get what you receive?