( a most minute squint, slight tilt of the head.
well, no matter. her feet are moving. )
don't count me out already.
𝘪 was number one before she could even spell properly!
❨ side - eyeing in return. flashing a seemingly harmless grin. ❩
oh,you know it! i just … don’t wanna risk losing. not when i’ve already kiIIed it with hana. * ✨
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yuna ponders the very real possibility this might just be one battle she may not make it out of unscathed.
front pressing firmly to hana's back, she entertains the notion, for one last act of selfishness.
. . . a ghost of a kiss greets the conjunction between neck & back.
𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 isn't quite the description yuna would have chosen for it.
the true one, however, would be something she'd keep under only the firmest lock & key.
. . . several locks, even.
at least she's glad hana's studious eyes don't know this look.
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really, she didn't want to sleep.
she wanted to push the limits of her exhaustion, much like she had many atime, when they'd hung out together.
only now, it was for slightly differing reasons.
breaths evening out against soft skin,
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ah, i can only imagine how proud your father must be.
maybe hana will teach bastion the importance of trophy polishing, in time!
( her laughter easily flows with brigitte's, posture beginning to relax more. )
is there anywhere else of MEKA you'd like to see?
( she finds herself swallowing slowly, because when brigitte's steps bring her closer—— the entire conversation, for a moment, is lost by the wayside.
everything about this kindly squire offers a warmth as delectable as a soothing embrace. )
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[ brigitte can feel yunas gaze upon her, the way the girl takes note of every small movement and facial feature... but... it doesn't feel judging. Yunas gaze made brigitte feel much more at home in the meka base. ]
[ she steps slightly closer to her... everything about her -
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well, if that observation comes from an engineer as distinguished as yourself, i'd have to believe that's true.
( there's a playfulness to the crinkle at the corners of her eyes when she chuckles, smile only growing. )
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@HYMN0FPEACE ‹
" . . . 𝘸𝘩𝘺? "
it was a question that demanded itself to be heard.
her fingers twitch at her sides, the weight of the machine gun strap across her torso carrying the weight of every delayed decision she'd ever made.
" why involve all those innocent people?! "
busan.
the city she had given up everything to protect.
her home. interspersed with the best memories of her life, & the worst that left her with sleepless nights.
@HYMN0FPEACE. . .
to finally be face-to-face with him, after everything that had transpired. . .
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