[ Easy banter worms its way back into her heart, filling the void she cut herself in imagining a world without Nikolai with relief and comfort. Addictive luxuries that she can't afford to get used to or risk becoming soft and weak. It is apparently too late for Nikolai, though, who has the awful sense to hug her.
(She has the even worse sense to let him.)
While she may be stiff, she does not pull away immediately. She sighs, loudly, to express her exasperation with him. Some things will never change even in apparent death. Or undeath. Or whatever this is. ]
Enough. If you keep this up any longer you'll tempt me to try again, and affection gives me heartburn.
[ Among many other undesirable things like the warmth of relationships, rippling through her frozen heart. She lingers for a fraction of moment, longer than she would have under any other circumstances but this is nothing if not extraordinary. ]
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(She has the even worse sense to let him.)
While she may be stiff, she does not pull away immediately. She sighs, loudly, to express her exasperation with him. Some things will never change even in apparent death. Or undeath. Or whatever this is. ]
Enough. If you keep this up any longer you'll tempt me to try again, and affection gives me heartburn.
[ Among many other undesirable things like the warmth of relationships, rippling through her frozen heart. She lingers for a fraction of moment, longer than she would have under any other circumstances but this is nothing if not extraordinary. ]