one, two, three- drink
01-02-2015, 08:50 PM
Senses were restricted to touch. Here eyes did not see, her ears did not hear, her nose did not smell, her tongue did not taste… all she could know of the world was through feeling. The warmth, the closeness of other bodies before the undulating rhythm started to shift her world, bumping her against her siblings for a moment before her little body felt like it was moving elsewhere…. nooo…. no she was fine where she was thank you very much. Integra could not yet comprehend time, again there was only touch. The air around her was cold, her lungs frothed as she struggled to breath before a warm tongue encouraged her to take her first shuddering breaths and she whined pitifully before she was placed next to something warm and comforting, much like before. Bonds forming over mere contact. "Speech" |
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