[ If there was any rise to the percentage of Hana putting out, the mention of the PS6 shot it up there.
JK. JK.
He can still make these tired, almost outdated jokes – and it makes her laugh. A harsh one, the laugh that hurts her chest really. It was dumb, so so so dumb but it was one of those endearing moments where clarity was offered in abundance. They did something crazy and in her mind... it was mission accomplished. Or, something close to it. There was enough time for a breather when she just... looks to him. Relieved, she thinks, or maybe it was genuine happiness that he was okay. The explosion still fresh on her mind as much as her sinking to the bottom of the bay...
Her form was close to him, enough for him to act with the same ambition she does every day. The kiss steals her breath worse than submersion would, a gasp in shock lingers into a soft, pitiful moan of appreciation. He hand catches against his cheek, cradling him and encouraging the energy he offers, a confirmation that it wasn't one-sided or this an owed prize for their 'victory'. It brings her back to happier times, it brings her back to Hana. Sopping wet, freezing – those sensations were buried under the relief she feels for him.
Maybe this was the first few steps of happier times returning.
When they pull back for a brief moment, she doesn't even get a word in response. She is sorry, and stubbornly he can't change that. But.. the distraction was nice at least? The tension of his fingers through her hair makes her nearly lean into him – a reckless way, but it was enough to at least... let the moment truly linger until she needed to breathe. ]
Don't make promises you can't keep.
[ It was challenging, a laugh slipping past her lips. No accusations, no self-doubt. Playful. Light.
...A pitiful, sad moment before something interrupts the reunion. A sudden eruption of sand hits both of them – a large, beautiful sword impaled right above Dick's shoulder. Mere inches from missing him, Hana flinches and stumbles back to her knees – the sword sticking up from the ground under them as an open challenge.
Moment's over. You've caused a lot of headache tonight.
A gravely, husk of a voice comes from nowhere in particular – Hana reaching at her hip for the gun still secured at her hip, finger on the trigger, ready... she's aiming out into the expanse of the decaying landscape past the beach – on the ready.
This wasn't someone she was familiar with, but it was a threat. Clearly. Her eyes only glance to Dick for a moment – confirmation on what lies ahead. ]
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JK. JK.
He can still make these tired, almost outdated jokes – and it makes her laugh. A harsh one, the laugh that hurts her chest really. It was dumb, so so so dumb but it was one of those endearing moments where clarity was offered in abundance. They did something crazy and in her mind... it was mission accomplished. Or, something close to it. There was enough time for a breather when she just... looks to him. Relieved, she thinks, or maybe it was genuine happiness that he was okay. The explosion still fresh on her mind as much as her sinking to the bottom of the bay...
Her form was close to him, enough for him to act with the same ambition she does every day. The kiss steals her breath worse than submersion would, a gasp in shock lingers into a soft, pitiful moan of appreciation. He hand catches against his cheek, cradling him and encouraging the energy he offers, a confirmation that it wasn't one-sided or this an owed prize for their 'victory'. It brings her back to happier times, it brings her back to Hana. Sopping wet, freezing – those sensations were buried under the relief she feels for him.
Maybe this was the first few steps of happier times returning.
When they pull back for a brief moment, she doesn't even get a word in response. She is sorry, and stubbornly he can't change that. But.. the distraction was nice at least? The tension of his fingers through her hair makes her nearly lean into him – a reckless way, but it was enough to at least... let the moment truly linger until she needed to breathe. ]
Don't make promises you can't keep.
[ It was challenging, a laugh slipping past her lips. No accusations, no self-doubt. Playful. Light.
...A pitiful, sad moment before something interrupts the reunion. A sudden eruption of sand hits both of them – a large, beautiful sword impaled right above Dick's shoulder. Mere inches from missing him, Hana flinches and stumbles back to her knees – the sword sticking up from the ground under them as an open challenge.
Moment's over. You've caused a lot of headache tonight.
A gravely, husk of a voice comes from nowhere in particular – Hana reaching at her hip for the gun still secured at her hip, finger on the trigger, ready... she's aiming out into the expanse of the decaying landscape past the beach – on the ready.
This wasn't someone she was familiar with, but it was a threat. Clearly. Her eyes only glance to Dick for a moment – confirmation on what lies ahead. ]